ل َكِنْ ها أنا هَدَّأتُ نَفسِي، سَكَّتُّها كَاُمٍّ تُسَكِّتُ فَطِيمَها. نَعَمْ، نَفْسِي عِنْدِي كَطِفلٍ مَفطُومٍ.
Surely I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.
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