خُلِقْتُ عَزُوفَ النَّفْسِ لَيْسَ بِمُجْتَنٍ

سِوَى غَرْسِ إِعْزَازٍ فَأَخْرَقَ دَيْدَنِي

I was created with a dignified soul, gathering no harvest

Save the seeds of honor, rendering my worldly habits inept.

أكُفُّ أَكُفِّي عَنْ تِلاَدِي تَقَذُّراً

لَهُ إِنْ دَنَتْ مِنْهُ أَكُفُّ يَدَيْ دَنِي

I withhold my hands from my own wealth in pure disgust,

Should the palms of a base man ever draw near to it.