ياكَريمَ الدينِ المُرَجّى إِذا لَم

يَبقَ خُلقٌ يُرجى لَديهِ السَماحُ

O generous one whose kindness is hoped for, when

No good manners remain with him to hope for tolerance,

ياجَواداً يَسخو بِما مَلَكَت كَف

فاهُ إِن ضَنَّتِ الأَكُفُّ الشِحاحُ

O open-handed one who gives freely what his palm possesses

Even if miserly palms are stingy,

أَنتَ أَعلا مِن أَن أُهاديكَ قَدراً

وَمَحَلّاً لَكِنَّني طَرّاحُ

You are too high for me to match your worth

And position, but still I am a designer,

أَطلُبُ الرِبحَ مِن نَداكَ وَهَل يُط

لَبُ إِلّا مِن مِثلِكَ الأَرباحُ

I seek profit from your generosity, and who else

Seeks anything but profits from the likes of you?

لا عَدَت رَبعَكَ التَهاني وَلا زِل

تَ تَوالى في دارِكَ الأَفراحُ

The congratulations did not stop flocking to your abode,

Nor cease the joys in your house to follow each other.