قَد كانَ لِلمالِ رَبّاً

فَصارَ في البُخلِ عَبدَه

Money once had a lord

But in miserliness became its slave

وَصَحِفَ الصَيفَ ضَيفاً

فَقامَ يَلطُمُ خَدَّه

It hosted summer as a guest

Then rose slapping its own cheek