إذا ما نقل الدَّهقا
نُ غلاَّتِ الرساتيقِ
When the pangs of hunger are carried,
Through the alleys’ narrow ways,
فكم من نعمةٍ بيضا
ء في سودِ الجواليقِ
How many favours turn paltry,
Amid blackened pots and trays.
إذا ما نقل الدَّهقا
نُ غلاَّتِ الرساتيقِ
When the pangs of hunger are carried,
Through the alleys’ narrow ways,
فكم من نعمةٍ بيضا
ء في سودِ الجواليقِ
How many favours turn paltry,
Amid blackened pots and trays.