M isery is mine! Indeed, I am like one who gathers the summer fruits, as gleanings of the vineyard: There is no cluster of grapes to eat. My soul desires to eat the early fig.
وَيلٌ لِي! فَأنا كَمَنْ يَجْمَعُ ثَمَرَ الصَّيفِ بَعْدَ أنْ جُمِعَتِ الغَلَّةُ. نَفَدَتْ قُطُوفُ العِنَبِ، وَنَفسِي تَشتَهِي تِلْكَ الثِّمارَ النّاضِجَةَ،
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