يَنسى الحَوادِثَ أَفتانا وَأَكبَرُنا

وَلَن تُصيبَ فُؤاداً حامِلاً حَزَنا

Our sorrows and grief we once knew are forgot,

No sadness remains in the heart that is fraught,

لا يَفرَحَنَّ بِهَذا المالِ جامِعُهُ

لِيُحزِنَنَّكَ صافي التِبرِ إِن خُزِنا

Let not wealth bring you happiness and joy,

Pure gold cannot delight if troubles annoy,

يُعَدُّ بَيتُ نُضارٍ بَيتَ قافِيَةٍ

لَو زالَ مِنهُ القَليلُ النُزرُ ما اِتَّزنا

The house of Nudhar is but a shell,

Bereft of him, it rings not its bell.