«يَا فَرْحِةِ الْعِوَلَا بِلَمِّ الزَّرْعِ لَاصْحَابُهْ»

The saying mocks lowly people who live off others (the plural here means dependents, not mourners or wailers) yet get excited about a gain that will never be theirs. The harvest goes to its rightful owners, so the idlers' cheering is empty, a show of interest in affairs where they have no stake.

Its sharper edge targets nosiness, and its tone is contemptuous and belittling rather than gently teasing. The hangers-on fuss over the reaping not from friendship but from meddling habit, or perhaps from a vague hope of scraps. The proverb exposes that enthusiasm as hollow and slightly ridiculous.

Say it with irony about someone who celebrates, fusses over, or inserts himself into another person's good fortune, profit, or business as if it concerned him. It is a dismissive jab at hangers-on and busybodies, so it may offend if aimed at a person directly.