ظَللتُ بها أَجْنِي ثِمارَ نُحورِها

ظَللتُ بها أَجْنِي ثِمارَ نُحورِها

فَتُوسِعُني سَبّاً وأُوسِعُها صَبْرا

فَتُوسِعُني سَبّاً وأُوسِعُها صَبْرا

I spent the day with her, gathering the fruits of her bosom;

I plucked her fruits with toil before their prime

So she showers me with insults, and I shower her with patience.

She opens me an outlet broad, and patience I in turn show her