1. Alas! Will my time ever be auspicious,
When the most generous are gone?

2. After they left, I remain in gloom,
Seeing many who will never be praised.

3. Alas! O you who plead urgently
With one who neither helps nor makes happy!

4. Alas! Will you not ask of God His bounty?
For His gifts will never diminish.

5. Do you not know, poor soul, whether you go
Seeking provision or stay put,

6. That desperation will not deny people their rights,
Nor will money come to one who strives.

7. Rely on God, be content, and do not
Refuse the favor of one whose favor is dire.

8. For greed has sworn it will never
Fulfill those who expect it.

9. If people's hands are closed to you,
Then God's hand does not close.

10. I see people boastful and striking
With the villainy of their deeds and their thunder.

11. Each believes himself a master,
Though their actions have no virtue.

12. Oh, how I wish I knew which of them
I should turn to when in need!

13. If I come to the best of them seeking
Greetings, he shuns me while his gut churns,

14. As if from fear of my question
A black snake stirs in his eye.

15. So flee to God from their villainy!
For I see people have become tyrannical.

16. When the glorious one disdains
To be generous, when will he be praised?