رُبَّ دارٍ بأَسفَلِ الجِزعِ مِن دَو

مَةَ أَشهَى إليَّ مِن جَيرُونِ

Many a home in the shadow of calamity

Is dearer to me than neighbors with power,

ونَدامَى لا يَفرحُونَ بِمَا نَا

لُوا ولا يَرهَبثونَ صَرفَ الَمنُونِ

Whose joyless people neither cheer their gains

Nor dread misfortune's turning of the tide.

قَد سُقيت الشَّمُول في دارِ بِشرٍ

قَهوَةً مُرَّةً بِمَاءٍ سَخينِ

I've been served bitter coffee in the house of Bishr

With scalding water, when I little wished it.