1. يا أَيَّها المُلكُ الَّذي كُلِّ الوَرى

    قِسمانُ بَينَ رَجائِهِ وَحذارِهِ

    O king, for whom all people

    Fall into two groups, between hope in him and fear of him:

  2. فَمناح قَد فازَ سَهمُ طلابِه

    وَمداهن قَد جالَ قَدحُ بوارِهِ

    So a lavish giver, whose quest's arrow has won,

    And a flatterer, whose lot-arrow of ruin has been cast.

  3. هذي بُخارى تَشتَكي أَلَمَ الصَدى

    وَتَقولُ قَولاً نُبتُ في اخبارِهِ

    Here is Bukhara, lamenting the pain of thirst,

    And speaking words I convey on her behalf:

  4. ماذا عَلَيهِ لَو يَهُمُّ بِعرصتي

    فَأَكونُ بَعضَ بِلادِهِ وَدِيارِهِ

    What would it cost him to set his mind on my grounds,

    So that I might become part of his lands and dwellings?