فيك يا كُريما عنيقيد عالي ما أوصله
حامض وحش ما استوى أفّو على شكله
You bear, O little vine, a tiny bunch so high I cannot reach it.
Sour and nasty, not yet ripe—ugh, the very look of it!
وأنت تقول لي استوى طيّب وقد حله
دَلّيه لعندي أذوق منه وأنا أشهد له
Yet you tell me it is ripe, delicious, and has grown sweet.
Lower it down to me so I may taste it—then I will vouch for it.
Sol 5.6