وَذي أَربَعٍ لا يُطيقُ النُهوضَ

وَلا يَألَفُ السَيرَ فيمَن سَرى

With four that cannot bear to rise

Nor walk with those who walk life's trail

تُحَمِّلُهُ سَبَجاً أَسوَداً

فَيَجعَلُهُ ذَهَباً أَحمَرا

You load him down, black antimony

And he will render gold vermeil