و َقُلْتُ لِلمَلِكِ: «أطالَ اللهُ عُمْرَكَ أيُّها المَلِكُ. كَيفَ لا أكُونُ حَزِيناً وَالمَدِينَةُ الَّتِي دُفِنَ فِيها آبائِي خَرابٌ وَبَوّاباتُها قَدْ دُمِّرَتْ بِالنّار.»
And said to the king, Let the king live forever! Why should I not be sad faced when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchers, lies waste, and its gates are consumed by fire?
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