1. فَرَرتُ مِنَ الفَقرِ الَّذي هُوَ مُدرِكي

    إِلى بُخلِ مَحظورِ النَوالِ مَنوعِ

    I fled from poverty, which is bound to overtake me,

    To the stinginess of one whose bounty is barred, ever withholding.

  2. فَأَعقَبَني الحِرمانَ غِبَّ مَطامِعي

    كَذالِكَ مَن يَلقاهُ غَيرَ قَنوعِ

    So he left me with deprivation in the wake of my eager hopes;

    Such is the lot of whoever meets him without contentment.

  3. وَغَيرُ بَديعٍ مَنعُ ذي البُخلِ مَلَهُ

    كَما بَذلُ أَهلِ الفَضلِ غَيرُ بَديعِ

    And it is no wonder that a miser withholds his wealth,

    Just as it is no wonder that the virtuous give freely.

  4. إِذا أَنتَ كَشَّفتَ الرِجالَ وَجَدتَهُم

    لِأَغراضِهِم مِن حافِظٍ وَمُذيعِ

    When you lay men bare, you find them:

    Some guarding their aims, and others making them known.