« وَبَينَما كُنتُ أنظُرُ إلَى القُرُونِ خَرَجَ فَجأةً قَرنٌ آخَرُ صَغِيرٌ مِنْ بَينِها طارِداً ثَلاثَةً مِنَ القُرُونِ السّابِقَةِ. كانَت لِهَذا القَرنِ عُيُونٌ شِبهُ بَشَرِيَّةٍ وَفَمٌ يَتَكَلَّمُ بِأُمُورٍ عَظِيمَةٍ.
While I was thinking about the horns, I saw another horn, a little one, come up among them. And three of the first horns were pulled out by the roots in front of it. This horn had eyes like the eyes of a man, and a mouth which spoke in pride. The Special Dream of the One Who Has Always Lived
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