1. دَمُ المَكارِمِ بِالفُسطاطِ مَسفوحُ

    وَالجودُ قَد ضاعَ فيها وَهوَ مَطروحُ

    The blood of noble virtues is spilled in Fustat.

    And generosity has been lost there, lying cast aside.

  2. يا أَهلَ مِصرَ لَقَد غِبتُم بِأَجمَعِكُم

    لَمّا حَوى قَصَبَ السَبقِ المَسابيحُ

    O people of Egypt, indeed you were absent, every one of you,

    When the swift steeds claimed the reed of victory.

  3. أَموالُكُم جَمَّةٌ وَالبُخلُ عارِضُها

    وَالنيلُ مَع جودِهِ فيهِ التَماسيحُ

    Your wealth is abundant, but miserliness obstructs it.

    And the Nile, for all its bounty, has crocodiles within it.

  4. لَولا نَدى اِبنِ جُوَيٍّ أَحمَدٍ نَطَقَت

    مِنّي المَفاصِلُ فيكُم وَالجَواريحُ

    But for Ahmad ibn Juwayy's bounty, they would have spoken—

    My joints and limbs—against you.