1. O Suleiman, had you fulfilled my praise as was its due,
You would have seen how the means to blessings can succeed.

2. I stretched out my hand, thinking you were taking
The hand of fate from me, though it was bent on harm.

3. So you frustrated me with despair, until you left me
With my hopes of gaining wealth retreating.

4. And after you had eased my way, you made
The gates of kindness, once open, closed and locked.

5. So how can one whose wealth lies in another's obligation
Find generosity? Or one whose roots are in darkness find praise?