يا مُستَرِدّاً قَليلَ نائِلِهِ

أَكُلُّ هَذا حِرصاً عَلى العَشرَه

O you who take back little of what you obtain

Is all this avarice for the sake of ten?

ظَنَنتَ فيها الغِنى فَتَأخُذَها

مِن شاعِرٍ أَم حَسِبتَها كَمَرَه

You thought it was wealth, so you took it

From a poet or did you think it was a vineyard?

دونَكَها إِنَّها مُصَرَّفَةٌ

عَقارِباً في البِلادِ مُنتَشِرَه

Leave it be, for it circulates

Like scorpions spreading through the lands

جادَ لَنا مِن غُلامَهُ أَبَداً

يَغرِسُ في جانِبِ إِستِهِ جَزَرَه

His lad was always generous to us

Planting carrots on the side of his tent