ط َوالَ سُكُوتِي عَنْ خَطِيَّتِي، كُنْتُ أزدادُ ضَعفاً، وَأنا أصرُخُ كُلَّ يَوْمٍ.
When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.