هويْتُ حصاداً حكَتْ قامتي

هويْتُ حصاداً حكَتْ قامتي

منْ طولِ ما يهجرُني منجلَهْ

منْ طولِ ما يهجرُني منجلَهْ

I fell in love with a reaper; my frame came to resemble

I yearned for harvest, my body was shaped

his sickle, because he has shunned me so long.

By the prolonged absence of his sickle

أقولُ والسنبلُ منْ حولِهِ

أقولُ والسنبلُ منْ حولِهِ

مولايَ أنتَ الشمسُ في السنبلَهْ

مولايَ أنتَ الشمسُ في السنبلَهْ

I say, with the ears of grain around him:

I say, as the spikes surround me:

My lord, you are the sun in Virgo—the ear of grain.

My Lord, You are the sun amidst the spikes