وَمضمر الكَشح يَطويهِ الضَجيعِ بِهِ

طيّ الحَمائِل لا جافٍ وَلا فَقير

With a treasure of munificence he enriches the needy

And one of slender waist, whom the bedfellow enfolds,

Though wrapped in a cover where indigence lurks,

As a sword-belt wraps—neither rough nor gaunt to hold.

وَذي رَوادِف لا يُلفى الاِزار بِها

يُلوى وَلَو كانَ سبعاً حينَ يُؤتزر

Whose train robes even a miser's loins

And one of ample hips, where the wrapper cannot bind,

When as a Hater of Bakhil his waist he would gird.

Or keep its twist, though seven times entwined.