تَوَهَّمتَ يا مَغرورُ أَنَّكَ دَيِّنٌ

عَلَيَّ يَمينُ اللَهِ ما لَكَ دينُ

You vainly thought I owed a debt to you,

By God, I owe you nothing that is true.

تَسيرُ إِلى البَيتِ الحَرامِ تَنَسُّكاً

وَيَشكوكَ جارٌ بائِسٌ وَخَدينُ

You journey to the Sacred House in guise

Of piety, while neighbours starve and sigh.