دُنياكَ وَالحَمامُ في رُتبَةٍ

مِن خارِجٍ غَمٌّ وَمِن داخِلِ

Your world and the pigeons are of one rank

Outside is sadness, inside as well

ما طَهَّرَت بَل دَنَّسَت وَاِرتَمَت

بِالسَيِّدِ الوَهّابِ وَالباخِلِ

It did not purify, but defiled and became tarnished

By the Lord Most Generous and the miser

لَو نُخِلَ العَيشُ لَما حَصَّلَت

شَيئاً سِوى المَوتِ يَدُ الناخِلِ

If life were emptied, it would gain

Nothing but death by the hand of the miser