T hey say to their mothers, “Where is grain and wine?” As they swoon like the wounded In the streets of the city, As their life is poured out In their mothers’ bosom.
يَقُولُونَ لِأُمَّهاتِهِمْ: «أينَ الخُبْزُ وَالنَّبِيذُ؟» وَهُمْ يَسْقُطُونَ مِثلَ جَرِيحٍ فِي ساحاتِ المَدِينَةِ. يَصرُخُونَ فِي ضِيقِهِمْ بَينَ أذْرُعِ أُمَّهاتِهِمْ.
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