لَسَسنَ بُقولَ الصَيفِ حَتّى كَأَنَّما
بَأَفواهِها مِن لَسِّ حُلَّبِها الصَقرُ
The summer's first berries taste as though
The hawk's sticky beak still clings in their sap
لَسَسنَ بُقولَ الصَيفِ حَتّى كَأَنَّما
بَأَفواهِها مِن لَسِّ حُلَّبِها الصَقرُ
The summer's first berries taste as though
The hawk's sticky beak still clings in their sap