I n the day you will make your plant to grow, And in the morning you will make your seed to flourish; But the harvest will be a heap of ruins In the day of grief and desperate sorrow.
تَغرُسِينَها، وَتَضَعِينَ حَولَها سُوراً. وَفِي الصَّباحِ، يُزهِرُ زَرْعُكِ، لَكِنَّ ثَمَرَهُ سَيَضِيعُ فِي يَومِ الضَّعفِ وَالمَرَضِ.
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