للهِ دهُقانُ أنِسْتُ بقُربِهِ

ورأيتُه يَختالُ في حُلَلِ الغِنى

For God, I became fond of the farmer

And saw him strutting in luxury's robes

حُرُّ إذا أطعَمْتَه ألفَيْ جنى

مِن جَنَّتي أهدى إليَّ الفَيْجَنا

Free, even when you feed him two thousand treasures

From my gardens he gifted me some grapes

أبداً أراهُ أو واغِلاً

فكأنَّه نَغَفٌ يزاحِمُ أنْفَنا

I always see him angry or resentful

As if he were a fly pestering our noses

قد قلْت لَما جاءني مُتَطَفِّلاً

يا ضيفَنا ما جئْتَ إلاّ ضَيفَتل

When he came to me demanding handouts

I told him, “Our guest, you come only to mooch.”