إِنّي هَزِئَتٌّ مِن أُمِّ الغَمرِ إِذ هَزِئَت

بِشَيبِ رَأسي وَما بِالشَيبِ مِن عارِ

I was mocked by the mother of calamities when she mocked

The gray hair on my head, yet gray hair is no disgrace

ما شَقوَةُ المَرءِ بِالإِقتارِ يُفتَرُهُ

وَلا سَعادَتُهُ يَوماً بِإِكثارِ

A man's misery is not from poverty that disgraces him

Nor is his happiness ever from abundant wealth

إِنَّ الشَقِيَّ الَّذي في النارِ مَنزِلُهُ

وَالفَوزُ فَوزُ الَّذي يَنجو مِنَ النارِ

Indeed wretched is he whose abode is the Fire

And triumph belongs to him who is saved from the Fire

أَعوذُ بِاللَّهِ مِن أَمرٍ يُزَيِّنُ لي

لَومَ العَشيرَةِ أَو يُدني مِنَ العارِ

I seek refuge in God from a matter that makes alluring to me

The blame of my clan or that brings me closer to disgrace

وَخَيرِ دُنيا يُنَسّي شَرَّ آخِرَةٍ

وَسَوفَ يُنبِئُني الجَبارُ أَخباري

The best of worldly life makes one forget the evil of the Hereafter

And soon the Almighty will inform me of my chronicles

لا أَقرَبُ البَيتَ أَحبو مِن مُؤَخِّرَهِ

وَلا أُكَسِّرَ في اِبنِ العَمِّ أَظفاري

I do not favor the front room of the house over its back room

Nor will I clip the fingernails of my cousin's son

أَن يَحجِبِ اللَهَ أَبصاراً أُراقِبُها

فَقَد يَرى اللَه حالَ المُدلَجِ الساري

Lest God obstruct the sights I monitor

For God may see the state of one hiding in the dark