يَا مَنْ أَنَامِلُهُ كَالْعَارِضِ السَّارِي

وَفِعْلُهُ أَبَدَاً عَارٍ مِنْ العَارِ

O one whose fingers are like the flowing clouds,

Yet his deeds are ever shameful and disgraceful,

أَمَا تَرَى الثَّلْجَ قَدْ خَاطَتْ أَنَامِلُهُ

ثَوْبَاً يُزَرُّ عَلَى الدُّنْيَا بِأَزْرَارِ

Do you not see how the snow has clothed his fingers,

In a garment that covers the world with buttons?

نَارٌ وَلَكِنَّهَا لَيْسَتْ بِمُبْدِيَةٍ

نُورَاً وَمَاءٌ وَلَكِنْ لَيْسَ بِالجَارِي

A fire yet not one that gives light,

A light and water yet not flowing,

وَالرَّاحُ قَدْ أَعْوَزَتْنَا فِي صَبِيْحَتِنَا

بَيْعَاً وَلَوْ وَزْنُ دِيْنَارٍ بِدِيْنَارِ

The wind has left us destitute this morning,

Selling even a dinar's weight for a dinar,

فَجُدْ بِمَا شِئْتَ مِنْ رَاحٍ يَكُونُ لَنَا

نَارَاً فَإِنَّا بِلاَ رَاحٍ وَلاَ نَارِ

So bring us any wind that can be for us,

A fire, for we have no wind or fire.