إِن أُمسي لا أَشتَكي نُصبي إِلى أَحَدٍ

وَلَستُ مُهتَدِياً إِلّا مَعي هادِ

If in the evening I do not complain of my troubles to anyone,

And I have no guide but myself,

فَقَد صَبَحتُ سَوامَ الحَيِّ مُشعِلَةً

رَهواً تَطالَعُ مِن غَورٍ وَأَنجادِ

I have become like a flaming torch in the dark of night

That looks out from a cave or highland,

وَقَد يَسَرتُ إِذا ما الشَولُ رَوَّحَها

بَردُ العَشِيِّ بِشَفّانِ وَصُرّادِ

And I become content when the late morning breeze refreshes it,

With the coolness of evening, with roasted meat and crackers.

ثُمَّتَ أَطعَمتُ زادي غَيرَ مُدَّخِرٍ

أَهلَ المَحلَّةِ مِن جارٍ وَمِن جادِ

Then I share my provisions without hoarding,

With the people of the campsite, both neighbor and wayfarer.

وَقَد دَفَعتُ وَلَم أَجرُر عَلى أَحَدٍ

فَتقَ العَشيرَةِ وَالأَكفاءِ شُهّادي

And I give without dragging anyone down,

Thus excelling over clan and peers.

قَد يَعلَمُ القَومُ إِذ طالَت غَزاتُهُم

وَأَرمَلوا الزادَ أَنّي مُنفِدٌ زادي

The people will know, when their raids have gone on too long,

And they are bereft of supplies, that I provide provisions,

وَلَستُ غاشِيَ أَخلاقٍ أُسَبُّ بِها

حَتّى يَؤوبَ مِنَ القَبرِ اِبنُ مَيّادِ

And I am not of base morals that I would be blamed for

Until the son of Mayyad comes back from the grave.

أَثنوا عَلَيَّ فَكائِن قَد فَتَحتُ لَكُم

مِن بابِ مَكرُمَةٍ تُعتَدُّ أَو وادِ

Praise me, for I have opened for you

A gate of generosity that is highly regarded.