a nd said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates are burned with fire?”
وَقُلْتُ لِلمَلِكِ: «أطالَ اللهُ عُمْرَكَ أيُّها المَلِكُ. كَيفَ لا أكُونُ حَزِيناً وَالمَدِينَةُ الَّتِي دُفِنَ فِيها آبائِي خَرابٌ وَبَوّاباتُها قَدْ دُمِّرَتْ بِالنّار.»
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