و َيلٌ لِي! فَأنا كَمَنْ يَجْمَعُ ثَمَرَ الصَّيفِ بَعْدَ أنْ جُمِعَتِ الغَلَّةُ. نَفَدَتْ قُطُوفُ العِنَبِ، وَنَفسِي تَشتَهِي تِلْكَ الثِّمارَ النّاضِجَةَ،
My wo to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
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