هويْتُ حصاداً حكَتْ قامتي

هويْتُ حصاداً حكَتْ قامتي

مِنْ طولِ ما يهجرُني مِنْجلهْ

مِنْ طولِ ما يهجرُني مِنْجلهْ

I loved a reaper; my figure has come to resemble

I fell, a harvest that my stance narrated

his sickle, so long has he shunned me.

From the length of what his sickle abandoned me

أقولُ والسنبلُ مِنْ حولِهِ

أقولُ والسنبلُ مِنْ حولِهِ

مولايَ أنتَ الشمسُ في السنبلهْ

مولايَ أنتَ الشمسُ في السنبلهْ

I say, with the ears of grain around him:

I say, and the spikes surround it:

My lord, you are the sun in the Ear of Grain (Virgo).

My Master, you are the sun amidst the spike