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 tear on her cheeks, There is no comforter for her out of all her lovers, All her friends dealt treacherously by her, They have been to her for enemies.
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