"Chehya tayba"
Did we say at the table, when,
Under the olive trees,
The scents of figs and dates,
The perfumes of pomegranates and apples,
The flavours of grapes and oranges,
Which, in turn and following
The eternal rhythm of seasons,
Cover an arable land...
 
"Chehya tayba" disait-t-on à table, quand sous les oliviers, l'humait les parfums de figues, grenades, dattes, pommes, raisins et oranges, qui, tour à tour et suivant le sempiternel rythme des saisons, couvraient les terres arables...