وَإِنَّكَ إِن أَلبَستَني ثَوبَ نِعمَةٍ

خطرتُ بِبُردٍ مِنهُ بِالحَمدِ مُعلَمِ

Though you may clothe me in a garment of blessing,

I tread carefully, giving thanks for what little it brings,

وَلَيسَت يَدٌ أَودَعتَها عِندَ ناطِقٍ

كَمِثلِ يَدٍ أَودَعتَها عِندَ مُفحَمِ

For a gift placed in the hands of one who speaks

Is not like a gift placed in hands that are silent.

فَهَذي عَلَت مِن مُفصِحٍ فَوقَ مُسفِرٍ

وَهَذي هَوَت مِن مُفحَمٍ تَحت مُظلِمِ

This rose up from the lips of the eloquent speaker,

That fell from the quiet beneath the darkened veil.

وَكَم شَحَّتِ الدُنيا بِلَهجَةِ مادِحٍ

بَليغٍ فَلَم تُبلِغهُ مِنَّةُ مُنعِمِ

And how often the world was stingy with the words of a praiser,

A master of speech, yet the giver's bounty was restrained.