زَبَرجَدَةٌ فيها قُراضَةُ فِضَّةٍ

فَإِن رَجَعَت تِبراً فَقَد خَسَّ أَمرُها

A gem like silver filigree

If it turns to dust, its affair is lost

تُلِمُّ بِنا طَورَينِ في كُلِّ حِجَّةٍ

فَيَكثُرُ فينا خَيرُها ثُمَّ شَرُّها

It stays with us two seasons every year

Its goodness increases, then its harm

فَعِندَ المِصَيفِ لَيسَ يُفقَدُ نَفعُها

وَعِندَ الخَريفِ لَيسَ يُؤمَنُ ضَرُّها

In summer, its benefit is not missed

In autumn, its harm cannot be avoided