يا دارَ سُعدى بالجِزعِ مِن مَلَلِ

حُيِّيتِ مِن دِمنَةٍ وَمِن طَلَلِ

O home of my joy, in my sadness and grief,

I bid you farewell, from ruin and decline.

إِنّي إِذا ما البَخيلُ آمَنَها

باتَت ضَموزاً مِنّي عَلى وَجَلِ

Whenever the miser feels safe in you,

You become, because of me, anxious and wary.

لا أُمتِعُ العوذَ بالفِصالِ وَلا

أَبتاعُ إِلّا قَريبَةَ الأَجَلِ

I take no pleasure in long associations,

Nor do I seek any but short relationships.

لا غَنَمي في الحَياةِ مُدَّ لَها

إِلّا دِراكَ القِرى وَلا إِبِلي

In life I have no asset to extend for it

Except visiting settlements and no camels.

كَم ناقَةٍ قَد وَجأتُ مَنحَرَها

بِمُستَهَلِّ الشُؤبوبِ أَو جَمَلِ

How many she-camels have I hamstrung

At the first signs of old age or sickness.