وأسود لَيسَ يندَى مِنهُ كفّ

وأسود لَيسَ يندَى مِنهُ كفّ

لطالبه إذا سِيمَ النّوالاَ

لطالبه إذا سِيمَ النّوالاَ

And a black man whose palm never grows moist with bounty

A hand uncalloused will not darken

for his petitioner, when he is asked for a gift.

From seeking, when fate's cup runs over

أقولُ لطالبِ الجدْوى ترفقْ

أقولُ لطالبِ الجدْوى ترفقْ

فمن عِند الظَّلام طلبتَ مَالاَ

فمن عِند الظَّلام طلبتَ مَالاَ

I say to the seeker of bounty: go gently,

I say to one who'd worldly profit reap

for you have sought wealth from darkness.

Go gently if you'd ask the shades for treasure