1. لَقَد أَصبَحتُ في بَلَدٍ خَسيسٍ

    أَمُصُّ بِهِ ثِمادَ الرِزقِ مَصّا

    I have indeed come to dwell in a base land,

    Where I suck hard at the scant drops of sustenance.

  2. إِذا رُفِعَت مُسَنّاةٌ لِوَغدٍ

    تَوَهَّمَ جودَهُ ما لَيسَ يُحصى

    When an embankment is raised for a scoundrel,

    He imagines his generosity beyond all counting.

  3. رَأَيتُ المَجدَ إِحساناً وَجوداً

    فَصارَ المَجدُ آجُرّاً وَجَصّا

    I saw glory as benevolence and generosity,

    And now glory has become bricks and plaster.