أَوفِ دُيوني وَخَلِّ أَقراضي

مِثلُكَ لا يَهتَدي لِأَغراضي

Pay my debts and release my loans

The likes of you are not guided to my purposes

ما لِبَني آدَمٍ غَدوا أُمَماً

لَهُم عُروضٌ بِغَيرِ أَعراضِ

Why have the sons of Adam become nations

With rhythms that have no meanings

كَم رَجُلٍ ماطَلَت مَنيَّتُهُ

قَليلَ مالٍ كَثيرَ أَمراضِ

How many men's wishes were delayed

Little money, much sickness

وَهُوَ بِدُنياهُ مولَعٌ كَلِفٌ

يَقنَعُ مِن صَيدِها بِمِعراضِ

And he is infatuated with his world, tired

Satisfied with the scraps of its game

حَلَّت نِحاسَ الناموسِ فِضَّةُ شَي

بٍ لَكَ حَلَّت هَديدَ مِقراضِ

The brass of the law became the silver of a boy for you

It made the shiny gifts tarnished

لَم تَرضَ ذاكَ الفَتاةُ عَنكَ وَلا

رَبُّكَ فيما فَعَلتَهُ راضِ

That girl was not pleased with you, nor was your Lord

With what you have done, satisfied

قَصّاً وَخَضباً لِأَعيُنٍ لُمُحٍ

وَلَم يَزِدهِنَّ غَيرَ إِعراضِ

Cutting and dyeing eyes that are sharp

And nothing increased them but aversion