وبيت خلا من كل خير فناؤه

وضاق علينا وهو رحب المساكن

A home devoid of all goodness, its end,

Though spacious, has grown constricted for us.

كأنا مع الجدران في جنباته

دمى في انقطاع الرزق لا في المحاسن

It seems that those walls, in their corners,

Are shedding my blood, not adorning my virtues.