T he chariots rage in confusion in the streets; they run to and fro in the broad ways. They flash with steel; they rush like forked lightnings.
تَندَفِعُ المَركَباتُ بِعُنْفٍ فِي الشَّوارِعِ، تَتَسابَقُ مَعاً فِي السّاحاتِ. يَبدُونَ مِثلَ مَشاعِلَ. يَندَفِعُونَ كَالبَرقِ.
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