ك ُلُّنا نَخُورُ كَدُبَّةٍ، وَنَنُوحُ نُواحاً كَالحَمامِ. نَنتَظِرُ العَدلَ وَلَكِنَّهُ لا يَتَحَقَّقُ، وَنَنتَظِرُ الخَلاصَ، وَلَكِنَّهُ بَعِيدٌ عَنّا.
We all roar like bears and mourn sore like doves: we look for judgment, but there is none; for saving health, but it has withdrawn from us.
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