T yre built herself a stronghold, and heaped up silver like the dust, and fine gold like the mire of the streets.
بَنَتْ صُورُ لِنَفْسَها قَلعَةً. كَوَّمَتِ الفِضَّةَ كَالتُّرابِ، وَالذَّهَبَ كَطِينِ الشَّوارِعِ.