لِكَفّيَ أَهدى في نَداها مِنَ العَطا

إِلى موردٍ عَذبٍ عَلى بَوحِ

My hands have led me, with their gift of bounty

To a sweet, flowing spring in a meadow.

إِذا أَبطَل الأَملاك غَيري لِلثَنا

فَإِنّيَ وَضّاحُ الجَبين إِلى المَدحِ

If others fail to sing my praises,

I raise my brow in self-congratulation.

وَكُلُّ امرىءٍ يَجني عَليَّ جَريمَةً

فَإِنّي أُجازيه عَلى الذَنبِ بِالصَفحِ

And though each man may commit some crime against me,

I repay the wrong with forgiveness.