1. يا مَلكَ الأرضِ وكَهفَ الوَرى

    وَمَن إِلى سَاحتهِ الَمهرَبُ

    O king of the earth and refuge of humankind,

    and you to whose courtyard one flees for shelter,

  2. ما لَسعَت كَفَّكَ عَن هَفوَةٍ

    أَغنَمَ منها هذهِ العَقرَبُ

    It did not sting your palm by mistake—

    this scorpion is too keen on gain for that.

  3. لكن رأتهُ وهوَ سُمٌّ على

    مالِكَ لا يُربي ولا يَذهبُ

    But it saw it as a poison to

    your wealth, neither increasing nor passing away.

  4. فأقبلت تستافُ مِن بَعضِهِ

    باللَّسعِ شيئاً عَلَّها تَرحَبُ

    So it came to sniff out some of it,

    a little through its sting, hoping to grow.