يا مالِكاً ما بَرِحَت كَفُّهُ

تَجودُ بِالمالِ عَلى كَفّي

O generous friend whose hand

Keeps giving me wealth unplanned

أَفلَحَ بِالعِشرينِ مَن لَم يَزَل

في رَأسِ عِشرينَ مِنَ الكَهفِ

He who spent twenty in a cave

Succeeded, though God's slave

يا أَلفَ مَولايَ وَلَكِنَّها

مَحسوبَةٌ مِن جُملَةِ الأَلفِ

O chief, I've thousand lords, and yet

Among the thousand you are set