تُكَلِّفُني عُذرَ البَخيلِ وَلي مالُ

مَلامَكَ لا يَذهَب بِكَ القيلُ وَالقالُ

You accuse me of being stingy, yet I have wealth

Do not pay heed to blame, neither much nor little

فَعِندَكَ إِكثاري إِذا كُنتُ مُكثِراً

وَعِندِيَ إِقلالي إِذا كانَ إِقلالُ

To you my gifts seem many when I give generously

To me they seem paltry when given sparingly

وَإِنّي لَأَرمي بِالنَوالِ مَسافَةً

مِنَ الجودِ لا يَسطيعُها الرَجُلُ النالُ

My gifts fly far, beyond what most men can reach

For I have a generosity no common man can match