1. لَقَد بَسَطَ اللَهُ المَكارِمَ مِن كَفّي

    فَلَستُ عَلى العلاّت مِنها أَخا كَفِّ

    God has indeed spread acts of generosity from my palm.

    So, despite hardships, I am not one to hold back from them.

  2. تُنادي بُيوتُ المالِ مِن فرطِ بَذلِها

    يمينيَ قَد أَصرَفتِ ظالِمتي كُفّي

    The treasuries, at its excessive giving, cry out

    to my right hand: 'You have overspent, you who wrong me—stop!'

  3. أَتُغري يَميني بِالسَماحِ فَتَنهَمي

    وَلا تَرتَضي خِلّا يَقولُ لَها يَكفي

    Does my right hand entice with generosity, then pour forth,

    and accept no friend who tells it, 'Enough'?

  4. لَعَمرُكَ ما الإِسرافُ في طَبيعَةٍ

    وَلَكِنَّ طَبعَ البُخلِ عِنديَ كالحَتفِ

    By your life, extravagance is not in my nature;

    but to me a miserly disposition is like death.