W e grope for the wall like the blind, and as if we had no eyes we walk by touch; we stumble at noonday as in the night; we are in graves as dead men.
نَتَحَسَّسُ الحائِطَ كَالعِميانِ، نَتَلَمَّسُ طَرِيقَنا كَمَنْ لا عُيُونَ لَهُمْ. نَتَعَثَّرُ فِي الظَّهِيرَةِ كَما لَو كُنّا فِي العَتمَةِ. صِرنا كالمَوتَى مَعَ أنَّنا بَينَ الأحياءِ.
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