ن َتَحَسَّسُ الحائِطَ كَالعِميانِ، نَتَلَمَّسُ طَرِيقَنا كَمَنْ لا عُيُونَ لَهُمْ. نَتَعَثَّرُ فِي الظَّهِيرَةِ كَما لَو كُنّا فِي العَتمَةِ. صِرنا كالمَوتَى مَعَ أنَّنا بَينَ الأحياءِ.
We grope for the wall like the blind, And we grope as if we had no eyes; We stumble at noonday as at twilight; We are as dead men in desolate places.
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