ف ِي اللَّيلِ تَبكِي بُكاءً، وَعَلَى خَدَّيها دُمُوعُها. لَيسَ مِنْ بَينِ مُحِبِّيها مَنْ يُعَزِّيها. كُلُّ أصدِقائِها خانُوها، وَانقَلَبُوا أعداءً لَها.
She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks; Among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her: All her friends have dealt treacherously with her; they are become her enemies.
Continue reading Report error