فَصِرتُ أَمسِكُ عَن أَوصافَ نِعمَتِهِ

عَجزاً وَيَنطِقُ مِن آثارِها حالي

I have become unable to describe His blessings,

Silent in awe, while my state speaks of their traces,

لَمّا تَحَصَّنتُ مِن دَهري بِمَعقِله

سَمَت بِحَملانَهُ أَلحاظُ إِقبالي

When I took refuge from fate in His stronghold,

My days turned toward prosperity before my very eyes,

وَواصَلَتني صِلاتٌ مِنهُ رِحتُ بِها

أَختالُ ما بَينَ عِزِّ الجاهِ وَالمالِ

And connections to Him have sustained me, in which

I proudly swagger between power, wealth, and status,

فَليَنظُرِ الدَهرُ عُقبى ما صِرتُ لَهُ

إِذ كانَ مِن بَعضِ حُسّادي وَعُذّالي

So let fate behold what I have become through it

When I was the target of some envious foes,

أَلَم أَكِدهُ بِحُسنِ الأَنتِظارِ إِلى

أَن صُنتُ حَظّي عَن حَلٍّ وَتِرحالِ

Did I not wear it down with excellent patience

Until I shielded my fortune from decline and homelessness?

بَلَغتُ مالاً يَجوزُ السُؤلَ نائِلَهُ

وَلا يُدافِعُ عَن فَضلٍ وَإِفضالِ

I have attained a wealth whose seeker is praised

And which defends from superiority and favoritism,

يا عارِضاً لَم أَشُم مَذ كُنتُ بارِقُهُ

إِلا رَوَيتُ بَغَيثٍ مِنهُ هَطّالِ

O critic, since you appeared I have not smelled

A cloudburst except that I drank deep of its pouring,

رُوَيدَ جَودِكَ قَد ضاقَت بِهِ هِمَمي

وَرَدَّ عَنّي بِرَغمِ الدَهرِ إِقلالي

Your rain of generosity has poured—my resolve is too narrow for it,

And turned back from me the lessening of fate against my will,

لَم يَبقَ لي أَملٌ أَرجو نِداكَ بِهِ

دَهري لِأَنَّكَ قَد أَفنَيتَ آمالي

No hopes remain that I might plead with you through them,

Since you have destroyed all my hopes, my lifetime.