في اليَأسِ لي عِزٌّ كَفاني ذُلّي

يَشرِكُني في المَوتِ كُلُّ خِلِّ

In despair my honor is enough for me, it is enough for my humiliation

Every friend shares with me in death

وَلَستُ مِمَّن فَضلُهُ مِن فَضلي

وَالسَيفُ راعٍ إِبِلي في المَحلِ

And I am not of those whom his excellence made better than mine

The sword pastures my camels in the resting place

يَسوقُها إِلى قُدورٍ تَغلي

تُرقِلُ فيها بِالقُدورِ الجُزلِ

It takes them to pots boiling

Where their thick meat boils in the large pots

إِرقالُها وَالسَيرُ تَحتَ الرَحلِ

رَأَيتُ بِالجودِ عُيوبَ البُخلِ

Their boiling and traveling under the saddle

I saw through generosity the faults of stinginess