لا تشمتن حاسدي أن نكبة عرضت

فالدهر ليس على حال بمترك

Do not gloat, my enviers, if misfortune befalls me,

Do not gloat, O envier of mine, over a misfortune that has struck,

For fate does not stay constant.

For time is never left to remain in a single state.

ذو الفضل كالتبر طوراً تحت ميقعة

وتارة في ذرى تاج على ملك

The virtuous is like pure gold, sometimes under a hammer,

The person of virtue is like pure gold: at times beneath the anvil's blows,

And sometimes a crown on a king.

And at other times set upon the summit of a king's crown.