يا مَن إِذا وَهَبَ الدُنيا فَيحسبها

بُخلاً وَحاشا عُلاهُ فَهُوَ مِفضالُ

O You who when life grants and he reckons it

Stinginess, far from his nobility, he is generous

أَهديكَ طرفاً وَمِن نَعماكَ كَم أَخَذَت

مثليَ مثل الَّذي أَهديت سُؤال

I gift you a glance, and from your blessings, how much have I taken

The like of me is like the one I gifted a request

لَكن عُبَيدك يَخشى أَن يُقالَ لَهُ

لا خَيلَ عِندَكَ تَهديها وَلا مالُ

But your slaves fear that it would be said to him

You have neither horses to gift nor money

قُبولَكَ النعمة العُظمى عَليَّ وَلي

بِها مِن الدَهر أَكرام وَأَجلال

Your acceptance is the greatest blessing upon me

With it from fate, honor and glory to me