وَلربّ خِدن كانَ إِن

عُدّ الصَديق يُعَدّ وحده

For how many a bosom friend, if

I count him alone as friend,

رفعته حالٌ رُتبَةً

مِن بَعدِها فَذممتُ عهده

Some mood uplifts him to a rank

Whereafter I condemn his contract,

وَالدَّهرُ كَم مِن صاحِب

اِبتَزّنيه ثُمَّ رَدَّه

And oh how many a comrade, Time,

Has shown him to me and proved his pain.