كَمْ حَاسِدٍ ظَاهِرُهُ لِي وَامِقُ

وَالْغِلُّ مِنْهُ بِالضَّمِيْرِ لاَصِقُ

How many enviers whose outward appearance to me is friendly

Yet malice from them sticks in the conscience

تُخْبِرُنِي عَنْ سِرِّهِ الخَلاَئِقُ

وَقَلَّ مَا يَنْكَتِمُ المُنَافِقُ

People inform me of their secret

Rarely does the hypocrite conceal

لَهُ فُؤَادٌ إِنْ رَآنِي خَافِقٌ

وَإِنْ أَغِبْ فَهْوَ بِجَوْرٍ نَاطِقُ

They have a heart which, if they see me, falters

And if I'm absent, with injustice speaks

يَكْذِبُ وَهْوَ فِي التَّظَنِّي صَادِقُ

وَكُلُّ مُجْرٍ فِي الخَلاَءِ سَابِقُ

They lie, yet in suspicion are truthful

And every coward in private is quick