إِنّي لمِن أَهلِ بَيتٍ

شُمِّ العَرانينِ غُرِّ

I belong to a house

Whose incense is fragrant myrrh.

مَن يَلقَهُم وَهوَ ظامٍ

إِلى نَوالٍ وَبِرِّ

Meet them when fate is unkind,

They'll grace you with gifts and cheer.

فَإِنَّما هُوَ مِنهُم

ما بَينَ غَيثٍ وَبَحرِ

For he who is one of them

Is like rain or the sea.