وَإِنّي لَأُعطي المستميحَ بِحَقِّهِ

وَإِنّي لَأُعطي المستميحَ بِحَقِّهِ

وَأَرعى لَهُ إيثارهُ لي بِنفسِهِ

وَأَرعى لَهُ إيثارهُ لي بِنفسِهِ

And I indeed give the seeker of bounty his due,

I give the asker his rightful due

And I honor his favoring me with his presence.

And for his favor show gratitude

وَأَترُكُ جودي إِن رَأى لَيلَ حالِهِ

وَأَترُكُ جودي إِن رَأى لَيلَ حالِهِ

بَهيماً تَلافاهُ بِأَنوارِ شَمسِهِ

بَهيماً تَلافاهُ بِأَنوارِ شَمسِهِ

And I let my generosity, if it sees the night of his plight

Leaving my kindness though he's viewed

Pitch-dark, rescue him with the light of its sun.

In his plight's darkness, bleak and crude

فَإِن جاءَ مِنهُ الظَنُّ مُستَوحِشاً سَعى

فَإِن جاءَ مِنهُ الظَنُّ مُستَوحِشاً سَعى

إِلَيهِ نَوالي كَي يَلَذُّ بِأُنسِهِ

إِلَيهِ نَوالي كَي يَلَذُّ بِأُنسِهِ

So if his expectation comes forth forlorn, there hastens

If from him comes suspicious thought

To it my bounty, that it may delight in its company.

To me his friendship will be sought

فَسائِل بِيَ الآمالَ تُخبِرِكَ أَنَّني

فَسائِل بِيَ الآمالَ تُخبِرِكَ أَنَّني

فَتى إِن سَرى في سُؤدَدٍ فَبِحِسِّهِ

فَتى إِن سَرى في سُؤدَدٍ فَبِحِسِّهِ

So ask hopes about me; they will tell you that I am

Those seeking hopes will tell of me

A youth who, if he journeys by night through nobility, follows his own discernment.

As one who aids in difficulty

إِذا ما العَطايا أَعوَزَت ثَمَراتُها

إِذا ما العَطايا أَعوَزَت ثَمَراتُها

فَلا يَطَّلِبها الناسُ مِن غَيرِ غَرسِهِ

فَلا يَطَّلِبها الناسُ مِن غَيرِ غَرسِهِ

When the fruits of giving grow scarce,

When gifts bear fruitless yield

Then people seek them nowhere but in his planting.

Let none but planters harvest field