سميتُ مسكيناً وَكانَت لجاجةَ

سميتُ مسكيناً وَكانَت لجاجةَ

واني لمسكين الى اللَه راغبُ

واني لمسكين الى اللَه راغبُ

I was named Miskin, and that was out of obstinacy;

I'm called a poor man, though my soul rebels,

And indeed I am a needy man, yearning for God.

Yet to God I'm a poor man who aspires,

وإِنّي امرؤ لا أَسأَل الناس مالهم

وإِنّي امرؤ لا أَسأَل الناس مالهم

بشعري ولا تعمى عليَّ المكاسبُ

بشعري ولا تعمى عليَّ المكاسبُ

And I am a man who does not ask people for their wealth

I'm a man who seeks not what others own,

Through my poetry, nor are ways of earning obscure to me.

Through my poetry, nor wealth that blinds desires.