حِجابِيَ مَرفوعٌ لِطارٍ وَنازِلِ

حِجابِيَ مَرفوعٌ لِطارٍ وَنازِلِ

وَمالِيَ مَبذولٌ لِراجٍ وَآمِلِ

وَمالِيَ مَبذولٌ لِراجٍ وَآمِلِ

My curtain is raised for newcomer and guest,

My veil is raised for one who soars and one who kneels

And my wealth is freely offered to the hopeful and expectant.

My wealth is spent on beggar and on hopeful man

وَإِن كانَ حُلواً في المَذاقِ تَكَرُّمي

وَإِن كانَ حُلواً في المَذاقِ تَكَرُّمي

فَما طَعمُهُ إِلّا كَطَعمِ شَمائِلي

فَما طَعمُهُ إِلّا كَطَعمِ شَمائِلي

And if my generosity is sweet to the taste,

And if my generosity seems sweet to taste

Then its flavor is only like that of my character.

Its flavor is no more than that of my ideals

إِذا جاءَني ظَنُّ الفَتى وَهوَ أَعسَمٌ

إِذا جاءَني ظَنُّ الفَتى وَهوَ أَعسَمٌ

وَمَدّيداً لَم يُعيِها نَيلُ نائِلي

وَمَدّيداً لَم يُعيِها نَيلُ نائِلي

When a young man's hope comes to me, though he is crooked-wristed,

When faulty judgment comes to me from callow youth

And he extends a hand, receiving my bounty does not weary it.

Whose outstretched hands my favors never fill