ي َنكَسِرُ قَلبِي حَينَ أتَذَكَّرُ ذَلِكَ. أتَذَكَّرُ مُرُورِي مٍنْ بَينِ الجُمُوعِ لأقُودَ المَوكِبَ إلَى بَيتِ اللهِ، وَأنا أسمَعُ تَسابِيحَ الفَرَحِ مِنْ جُمُوعِ الحُجّاجِ المُحتَفِلِينَ.
These things I remember and pour myself out within me: how I went slowly before the throng and led them in procession to the house of God, with the voice of shouting and praise, a throng keeping festival.
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