تَحَجَّرَ فيكَ طَبعُ الشُحِّ يَبساً

تَحَجَّرَ فيكَ طَبعُ الشُحِّ يَبساً

وَذاكَ لِأَنَّ كَفَّكَ فيهِ قَبضُ

وَذاكَ لِأَنَّ كَفَّكَ فيهِ قَبضُ

Your miserly nature has turned to stone from dryness,

In you the trait of stinginess has hardened into stone

and that is because your hand is clenched.

For your hand upon it remains tightly clenched

وَكَم حَرَّكتُهُ بِشَرابِ عَتبٍ

وَكَم حَرَّكتُهُ بِشَرابِ عَتبٍ

فَأَقسَمَ لا يُجيبُ وَلا يَنُضُّ

فَأَقسَمَ لا يُجيبُ وَلا يَنُضُّ

How often I stirred it with a draught of reproach,

How much have I stirred it with the wine of reproach

but it swore it would neither respond nor yield a drop.

Yet it swears it will not respond or soften

وَمِنذُ رَفَعتَ صَوتَكَ لي دَليلاً

وَمِنذُ رَفَعتَ صَوتَكَ لي دَليلاً

فَكانَ لِنَصبِ قَدرِكَ مِنهُ خَفضُ

فَكانَ لِنَصبِ قَدرِكَ مِنهُ خَفضُ

And since you raised your voice as a sign to me,

And ever since you raised your voice against me as proof

it lowered the standing you sought to raise.

The consequence was that your status in my eyes was lowered

عَلِمتُ بِأَنَّ رَأسَكَ فيهِ خِلطٌ

عَلِمتُ بِأَنَّ رَأسَكَ فيهِ خِلطٌ

غَليظٌ لا يُحَلُّ وَلا يُفَضُّ

غَليظٌ لا يُحَلُّ وَلا يُفَضُّ

I knew that your head contained a bodily humor,

I realized that your mind was confused

thick, which cannot be dissolved or broken up.

Thick and not to be loosened or softened

وَمَن تَكُ هَذِهِ الأَعراضُ فيهِ

وَمَن تَكُ هَذِهِ الأَعراضُ فيهِ

وَلَم يُعرَف لَهُ بِالعَذلِ عِرضُ

وَلَم يُعرَف لَهُ بِالعَذلِ عِرضُ

And whoever has these symptoms in him,

He who has these symptoms

and in whom reproach reveals no honor—

And no nobility is known of him

فَكَيفَ أَرومُ صِحَّتَهُ بِعَتبي

فَكَيفَ أَرومُ صِحَّتَهُ بِعَتبي

وَلَم يَخفِق لَهُ بِالجودِ نَبضُ

وَلَم يَخفِق لَهُ بِالجودِ نَبضُ

how can I seek his recovery with my reproach,

How can I hope to cure him with my reproach

when no pulse in him has throbbed with generosity?

When no pulse of generosity beats within him