وَقَد سَئِمتُ مُقامِي بَينَ شِرذِمَةٍ

وَقَد سَئِمتُ مُقامِي بَينَ شِرذِمَةٍ

إِذا نَظَرتُ إِلَيهِم قَطَّبَتْ هِمَمي

إِذا نَظَرتُ إِلَيهِم قَطَّبَتْ هِمَمي

And I have grown weary of my stay among a petty band;

I'm tired of living amongst the rabble,

Whenever I look at them, my aspirations frown.

When I look at them, my will sours.

أَراذِلٌ مَلَكوا الدُّنيا وَأَوجُهُهُم

أَراذِلٌ مَلَكوا الدُّنيا وَأَوجُهُهُم

لَم يَكشِفِ الفَقرَ عَنها بَهجَةُ النِّعَمِ

لَم يَكشِفِ الفَقرَ عَنها بَهجَةُ النِّعَمِ

Base men have taken possession of the world, yet their faces—

The dregs own the world, yet on their faces,

The splendor of blessings has not lifted poverty from them.

Poverty has not unveiled the radiance of bounty.