وَذي غِنىً أَوهَمَتهُ هِمَّتُهُ

وَذي غِنىً أَوهَمَتهُ هِمَّتُهُ

أَنَّ الغِنى عَنهُ غَيرُ مُنفَصِلِ

أَنَّ الغِنى عَنهُ غَيرُ مُنفَصِلِ

And many a wealthy man was deluded by his ambition

He whom ambition led to believe

Into thinking that wealth would never leave him.

That wealth would never leave his side

فَجَرَّ أَذيالَ عُجبِهِ بَطَراً

فَجَرَّ أَذيالَ عُجبِهِ بَطَراً

وَاِختالَ لِلكِبرِياءِ في حُلَلِ

وَاِختالَ لِلكِبرِياءِ في حُلَلِ

So he dragged the skirts of his conceit in wanton pride,

Strutted with pride and vanity,

And strutted in fine robes out of arrogance.

Decked out in fine robes and gowns.

بَزَّتهُ أَيدي الخُطوبِ بِزَّتَهُ

بَزَّتهُ أَيدي الخُطوبِ بِزَّتَهُ

فَاِعتاضَ بَعدَ الجَديدِ بِالسَمَلِ

فَاِعتاضَ بَعدَ الجَديدِ بِالسَمَلِ

The hands of calamity stripped him of his attire,

But life soon tore his clothes to rags,

So in place of new clothes he took threadbare rags.

And meager times replaced his wealth.

فَلا تَثِق بِالغِنى فَآفَتُهُ ال

فَلا تَثِق بِالغِنى فَآفَتُهُ ال

فَقرُ وَصَرفُ الزَمانِ ذو دُوَلِ

فَقرُ وَصَرفُ الزَمانِ ذو دُوَلِ

So do not trust in wealth, for its bane is

So trust not in your riches, whose nature

Poverty, and time's course has its reversals.

Is loss and fortune’s fickle wheel.

كَفى بِنَيلِ الكَفافِ مِنهُ غِنىً

كَفى بِنَيلِ الكَفافِ مِنهُ غِنىً

عَنهُ فَكُن فيهِ غَيرَ مُحتَفِلِ

عَنهُ فَكُن فيهِ غَيرَ مُحتَفِلِ

Attaining enough of it suffices to make you independent

Let gaining your sustenance suffice,

Of it; so be unconcerned with it.

Not hoarding up for days ahead.