تَقولُ وَقَد ظَلِلتُ بِعَوفِ سَوءٍ

لَقَد أَمسَيتَ مُنتَفِخَ الضُلوعِ

You say, though in evil's shade I dwell,

That I have grown distended in the ribs,

وَذَلِكَ مِن جَناتي كُلَّ يَومٍ

مِنَ الذُبَحِ المُقَشَّرِ وَالفُروعِ

That proves because of what I get each day

Of peeled and leafless branches for my libs.