هويْتُ حصاداً حكَتْ قامتي

منْ طولِ ما يهجرُني منجلَهْ

I yearned for harvest, my body was shaped

By the prolonged absence of his sickle

أقولُ والسنبلُ منْ حولِهِ

مولايَ أنتَ الشمسُ في السنبلَهْ

I say, as the spikes surround me:

My Lord, You are the sun amidst the spikes