T he chariots rage in the streets, They jostle one another in the broad roads; They seem like torches, They run like lightning.
تَندَفِعُ المَركَباتُ بِعُنْفٍ فِي الشَّوارِعِ، تَتَسابَقُ مَعاً فِي السّاحاتِ. يَبدُونَ مِثلَ مَشاعِلَ. يَندَفِعُونَ كَالبَرقِ.
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