لَيسَ إِغلاقي لِبابي أَنَّ لي

فيهِ ما أَخشى عَلَيهِ السَرَقا

I do not lock my door because I hold

Within it aught for which I fear the thief,

وَإِنَّما أَغلَقتُهُ كَيلا يَرى

سوءَ حالي مَن يَمُرُّ الطُرُقا

I only shut it close so none might see,

Of those who pass the way, my misery.

مَنزِلٌ أَوطِنُهُ الفَقرَ فَلَو

دَخَلَ السارِقُ فيهِ سُرِقا

A home where Poverty has made its bed; so if

A thief should enter, he would be the one robbed.