1. يا مَن إِذا ما المالُ جازَ بِأَرضِهِ

    يَصفَرُّ خَوفَ فِراقِهِ أَن يُنهَبا

    O you, whenever wealth passes through your land,

    It turns yellow, fearing to leave you and be plundered.

  2. يُلقى إِلَيهِ فَلا يَليقُ بِكَفِّهِ

    فَكَأَنَّما يُلقى إِلَيهِ لِيُحسَبا

    It is cast to you, yet does not cling to your palm,

    As though it were cast to you merely to be counted.