1. Say to a people among whom there is no wise one,
Beyond their stinginess there is no increase,

2. You will not attain glory with a bowl of soup,
And a building you have erected as a pillar.

3. And curtains that have been hung, and poems
Of long lines behind an iron door.

4. Indeed, virtues are attained with patience,
To demolish sweetmeats and eat dry bread.

5. It is not to deter you, detachments of aloofness,
It is blame that makes the hair of the young turn gray,

6. With satire every day ready,
And with blame every day renewed.

7. Fallen short of the poetry of Jarwal and Labid.