1. ما كُنتُ إِذ طَلَبَت يَدايَ بِكَ الغِنى

    إِلّا كَطالِبِ خُطبَةٍ مِن أَخرَسِ

    When my two hands sought wealth through you, I was no more

    Than one seeking a speech from a mute man.

  2. وَالمَجدُ يُفسِدُهُ اللَئيمُ بِلُؤمِهِ

    كَالمِسكِ يَفسُدُ ريحُهُ بِالكُندُسِ

    And the base man spoils glory through his baseness,

    Like musk, whose scent is spoiled by kundus.

  3. يا رَبِّ إِنَّ غِنى اللَئيمِ يَسوؤُني

    فَاِصرِف غِناهُ إِلى الجَوادِ المُفلِسِ

    O my Lord, the base man's wealth truly distresses me;

    So divert his wealth to the generous, penniless man.