يَقِلُّ لَهُ القِيامُ عَلى الرُؤوسِ

وَبَذلُ المُكرَماتِ مِنَ النُفوسِ

Standing tall is hard for one

For him, to stand upon heads is too slight a tribute,

Whose soul generosity shuns

As is the sacrifice of the soul's most noble treasures.

إِذا خانَتهُ في يَومٍ ضَحوكٍ

فَكَيفَ تَكونُ في يَومٍ عَبوسِ

If in bright hours he betrays

If they betray him on a day of smiling laughter,

Imagine then his somber days

How will they be on a day of frowning doom?