أَرى ما كُلّ مَن يدعى حَبيبا

يَكون لِمَن يَموت جَوى وَريثا

I see not everyone who claims "love"

Becomes an heir when death takes its toll

فَإِنّ حَبيب في بَعض الأَسامي

تَراهُ إِذا تصحّفه خَبيثا

For sometimes those we call "beloved"

Reveal themselves as scoundrels, we're told