إنَّ النَّوائبَ في جوا

رِك قد جَرَت وعَلى مَنِ

The vicissitudes of fate in your life have run their course, and on whose head

Whoever is loud-tongued against you

مَن طالَ فيكَ لِسانُهُ

فأَطالَ شُغلَ الألسُنِ

Only elongates the tongues’ preoccupations

And I see you obsessed with your glory, wandering, never bending,

وأراكَ مَشغُوفاً بِمَج

دِكَ هائِماً لا تَنثَني

So if you build, the constructed will not be wasted, what was erected,

And if you look to a neighbor seeking refuge from the vicissitudes of time

فإِذا بَنَيتَ فَلا يُضَي

يِع ما يُشيّدُ ما بُنِي

Laying his saddlebags at your door,

Then look upon the servant of the beneficent

وإذا نَظَرتَ لمُستَجِي

رٍ من صُروفِ الأَزمُنِ

مُلقٍ بِبابِكَ رَحلَهُ

فانظُر لِعَبدِ المُحسِنِ