لا يَأمن السلطانا

مَن يغضب الأَعوانا

No ruler feels secure

If his aides are enraged,

فَغضب الأَمير

سَهل مِن الأُمور

For angering the prince

Is an easy affair

عِندَ رضى أَنصاره

وَمَن حَوى في داره

When his supporters are pleased,

And he who houses in his abode

أَعوانه أَعضاؤه

أَهواؤه أَدواؤه

Aides who are his organs,

His inclinations, his remedies-

يَقبحون الحسنا

يَهيجون الإحنا

They make fair seem foul,

And stir up discord,

يُحسِنون الأَقبحا

وَيُفسِدون الأَصلحا

Commend what is ugly,

Corrupt what is sound,

إِذا رَأوا تَغيره

جاءوا بِكُلِّ مُنكَرَه

When they note his change of heart

They come with every evil.