ا متَدَّتِ النّارُ مِنْ أغْصانِها وَالتَهَمَتْ ثَمَرَها، وَلَمْ يَعُدْ هُناكَ فِرعٌ قَوِيٌّ يَصلُحُ صُولَجاناً لِحاكِمٍ.›» هَذِهِ قَصِيدَةُ رِثاءٍ حَزِينَةٌ.
‘And fire has gone out from its branch; It has consumed its shoots and fruit, So that there is not in it a strong branch, A scepter to rule.’” This is a lamentation, and has become a lamentation.
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