أَخٌ لِيَ أَمسى في عَطاياهُ أَخطرُ

أَخٌ لِيَ أَمسى في عَطاياهُ أَخطرُ

وَيُصبِحُ في شُكري لَهُ يَتَبَختَرُ

وَيُصبِحُ في شُكري لَهُ يَتَبَختَرُ

A brother of mine—in his gifts I strut at evening,

A brother of mine has become most generous with his gifts

And at morning he swaggers in my thanks to him.

And yet with my gratitude to him, he only grows more arrogant

فَوَشيُ الغِنى مِنهُ عَلَيَّ مُفَوَّفٌ

فَوَشيُ الغِنى مِنهُ عَلَيَّ مُفَوَّفٌ

وَعَصبٌ الثَنا مِنّي عَلَيهِ مُحَبَّرُ

وَعَصبٌ الثَنا مِنّي عَلَيهِ مُحَبَّرُ

So the brocade of wealth he drapes on me is richly patterned,

The riches he bestows on me come in overabundance

And the striped cloth of praise I drape on him is embroidered.

While my expressions of thanks to him are half-hearted

فَإِن أَثمَرَت آلاؤُهُ في مَغارِسي

فَإِن أَثمَرَت آلاؤُهُ في مَغارِسي

فَفي رَوضِهِ مِنّي اِعتِرافٌ مُنوِّرُ

فَفي رَوضِهِ مِنّي اِعتِرافٌ مُنوِّرُ

So if his favors have borne fruit in my planting plots,

If his kind favors yield fruit in my character

Then in his garden an acknowledgment from me blossoms.

My garden will shine with grateful blossoms for him