اللَهُ يَعلَمُ أَنَّني لَكَ شاكِرٌ

وَالحُرُّ لِلفِعلِ الجَميلِ شَكورُ

God knows that I am grateful to you

And the free man is grateful for the good deed

لكِن رَأَيتُ بِبابِ دارِكَ جَفوَةً

فيها لِصَفوِ صَنيعَةٍ تَكديرُ

But I saw coldness at your door

In it is the tarnishing of a pure favor

ما بالُ دارِكَ حينَ تَدخُلُ جَنَّةٌ

وَبِبابِ دارِكَ مُنكَرٌ وَنَكيرُ

Why is it that when a paradise enters your house

At your door there is denial and refusal