« وَبَينَما كُنتُ أُراقِبُ، أُقِيمَتْ عُرُوشٌ، وَجَلَسَ قَدِيمُ الأيّامِ. كانَتْ ثِيابُهُ بَيضاءَ كَالثَّلجِ، وَشَعرُهُ أبيَضَ كَالصُّوفِ النَّقِيِّ. كانَ عَرشُهُ لُهُباً مِنَ النّارِ، وَعَجَلاتُ عَرشِهِ كَالنّارِ المُلتَهِبَةِ.
I beheld till the thrones were cast down, and the Ancient of days did sit, whose garment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like the pure wool: his throne was like the fiery flame, and his wheels as burning fire.
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