فتى إن جرت في الناس أفراسُ سعده

يشق عليهم أن يشق غبارها

A youth, if the steeds of his fortune race among men

It grieves them that his dust should fly;

وإن جاد لم يخجل لجود يمينه

سوى السحب لما أن تصوب غزارها

And if he is generous, he feels no shame at the open-handedness of his right hand

Save the clouds, when they let loose their torrents.

فيرجع راجيه وقد فاز بالغنى

فكل يمين من نداه يسارها

So he returns to his hopeful suitors and has won wealth,

And every hand outstretched to him he fills.