دَع عَنكَ لَومي يا عَذولُ
فَلَستُ أَفهَمُ ما تَقولُ
Have done with blaming me, O censor;
for I do not understand what you say.
إِنَّ الرّغيفَ مُحَبَّبٌ
في الناسِ مَطلَبُهُ جَميلُ
Indeed, the loaf of bread is beloved;
among people, the desire for it is fair.
لا سِيَّما إِن كانَ وَس
طَ حُروفِهِ عِرقٌ نَبيلُ
Especially if, with-
-in its letters, there is noble blood,
وَثَلاثَةٌ مِن بَعدِهِ
يُشفي فُؤادي وَالغَليلُ
and three more come after it—
that heals my heart and quenches its burning need.
Sol 5.6