فتى إن جرت في الناس أفراسُ سعده

فتى إن جرت في الناس أفراسُ سعده

يشق عليهم أن يشق غبارها

يشق عليهم أن يشق غبارها

A youth—when the steeds of his good fortune race among men,

A youth, if the steeds of his fortune race among men

It is hard for them to cleave their dust.

It grieves them that his dust should fly;

وإن جاد لم يخجل لجود يمينه

وإن جاد لم يخجل لجود يمينه

سوى السحب لما أن تصوب غزارها

سوى السحب لما أن تصوب غزارها

And when he gives, none feels ashamed at his right hand’s bounty

And if he is generous, he feels no shame at the open-handedness of his right hand

Except the clouds, when their rain-laden ones pour down.

Save the clouds, when they let loose their torrents.

فيرجع راجيه وقد فاز بالغنى

فيرجع راجيه وقد فاز بالغنى

فكل يمين من نداه يسارها

فكل يمين من نداه يسارها

So whoever hopes in him returns having gained wealth,

So he returns to his hopeful suitors and has won wealth,

For every right hand draws its wealth from his bounty.

And every hand outstretched to him he fills.