يا غوث كل امرءٍ أودى به الكمدُ

عليك بعد إله العرش نعتمدُ

O succor of all who are undone by poverty

After God on the Throne, we depend on you

أشكو لك الصبر يوم العيد فارقني

صفر اليدين فولَّى بعده الجلد

I complain to you that patience deserted me on feast day

Empty-handed, so turned away after that, my skin

فانظر لمن ما له كبش يقدمه

للعيد يا غوث من ضاقت به البلد

So look upon those who have no lamb to offer

For the feast, O succor, straitened in this land

واسلم له ولأعيادٍ يجددها

لك الإله فلا يفنى لها عدد

And submit it for them and for feasts renewed

By God, may their number not diminish for them

لا يأكل الدهر أموالي ولا عوضٌ

ويقتل الفقر أمثالي ولا قود

Time does not consume my wealth nor compensates

And poverty kills the likes of me without retribution

ولا يدوم دجى حظي ووجهك لي

يا شير خورشيد شمسٌ برجها الأسد

The darkness of my fortune does not last, your face to me

Is the sun whose mansion is the Lion

فأنت أرفق بي مني وأرحم من

أمٍّ يجود على أحضانها ولد

For you are kinder to me than I, more merciful than

A mother generous to her child in her embrace