ب ِقَسوَةٍ ضَرَبُونِي، تَرَكُوا عَلَى ظَهرِي جِراحاً طَوِيلَةً، كَالأتلامِ فِي حَقلٍ مَحرُوثٍ.
Over my back have ploughers ploughed, They have made long their furrows.