ل َيتَ رَأسِي مَلِيئاً بِالماءِ، وَعَينَيَّ نَبعُ دُمُوعٍ. حِينَئِذٍ، كُنتُ سَأبكِي عَلَى جَرحَى شَعبِيَ العَزِيزِ لَيلاً وَنَهاراً.
¶ Oh that my head were waters and my eyes a fountain of tears that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
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