T he grass dries up and the flower loses its color when the breath of the Lord blows upon it. For sure the people are grass.
العُشْبُ يَجِفُّ، وَالزَّهْرُ يَسقُطُ، عِندَما تَهُبُّ رِيحُ اللهِ عَلَيها. إنَّما النّاسُ كَالعُشبِ.
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