وَإِنّي لَأُعطي المستميحَ بِحَقِّهِ

وَأَرعى لَهُ إيثارهُ لي بِنفسِهِ

I give the asker his rightful due

And for his favor show gratitude

وَأَترُكُ جودي إِن رَأى لَيلَ حالِهِ

بَهيماً تَلافاهُ بِأَنوارِ شَمسِهِ

Leaving my kindness though he's viewed

In his plight's darkness, bleak and crude

فَإِن جاءَ مِنهُ الظَنُّ مُستَوحِشاً سَعى

إِلَيهِ نَوالي كَي يَلَذُّ بِأُنسِهِ

If from him comes suspicious thought

To me his friendship will be sought

فَسائِل بِيَ الآمالَ تُخبِرِكَ أَنَّني

فَتى إِن سَرى في سُؤدَدٍ فَبِحِسِّهِ

Those seeking hopes will tell of me

As one who aids in difficulty

إِذا ما العَطايا أَعوَزَت ثَمَراتُها

فَلا يَطَّلِبها الناسُ مِن غَيرِ غَرسِهِ

When gifts bear fruitless yield

Let none but planters harvest field