تُفّاحَةٌ حامِضَةٌ عَضَّها
في ثَمَلٍ مَن قَطَّبَ الوَجها
A sour apple bit me
In an orchard picked by one with scowling face
وَلَم أَخَل مِن قَبلِها مُحسِناً
يُجزى عَلَيهِ العَضَّ وَالنَجها
Yet ne’er before had I found graceless
He who is paid bite and grimace
