أَلا يا قر لا تَكُ سامِرِيّاً

فَتَترُكَ مَن يَزورُكَ في جِهادِ

Oh dwelling, do not be a place unvisited

And forsake those who come to you striving

أَتَعجَبُ إِن رَأَيتَ عَلَيَّ دَيناً

وَقَد أَودى الطَريفُ مَعَ التِلادِ

Are you surprised to see me indebted

When fate has taken both far and near

مَلأتُ يَدي مِنَ الدُنيا مِراراً

فَما طَمعَ العَواذِلُ في اِقتِصادي

Many times have I filled my hands in this life

Yet never have the insolent coveted my giving

وَلا وَجَبَت عَلَيَّ زَكاةُ مالٍ

وَهَل تَجِبُ الزَكاةُ عَلى جَوادِ

No alms are due on wealth I've held

Does zakat bind the open-handed?