دَخَلتُ عَلى باخِلٍ مَرَّةً

وَجَنّاتُ بُستانِهِ زاهِرَه

Once I entered a miser's abode

With blossoming gardens in that yard

وَقَد قابَلَ النَورُ نَقشَ السُتورِ

فَأَعيُنُ زُوّارِهِ حائِرَه

Where light had etched shapes on the windows

Leaving visitors' eyes filled with awe

جِنانٌ تُعَجَّلُ لِلباخِلينَ

وَنَحنُ نُؤَجَّلُ لِلآخِرَه

Heavens hastened for the stingy ones

While we awaited the life hereafter