أَحسَنَ المَولى وَقَد كانَ أَسا

وَرَنا مِن بَعدِ ما كانَ قَسا

The Master has been good, though once harsh

And merciful after cruelty.

لانَتِ الشَكوى لَهُ مِن عَبدِهِ

فَأَلانَت مِنهُ ما كانَ عسا

My complaints have ceased,

And so His severity has relented

فَإِنِ اِستَغنَيتُ عَن إِنصافِهِ

فَمَتى لَم أَكُ مِنهُ مُفلِسا

Were I independent of His justice

Then when would I not be destitute?