W oe is me! for I am as when they have gathered the summer fruits, as the grapegleanings of the vintage: there is no cluster to eat: my soul desired the firstripe fruit.
وَيلٌ لِي! فَأنا كَمَنْ يَجْمَعُ ثَمَرَ الصَّيفِ بَعْدَ أنْ جُمِعَتِ الغَلَّةُ. نَفَدَتْ قُطُوفُ العِنَبِ، وَنَفسِي تَشتَهِي تِلْكَ الثِّمارَ النّاضِجَةَ،
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