وما شيءٌ يدور على
نقيٍّ قلبه قاس
Nothing pure has a heart
That stays perpetually hard.
وكم ساقٍ يغص به
وهذا منيةُ الناسِ
Though legs may weaken and tire,
This is the fate of mankind.
وما شيءٌ يدور على
نقيٍّ قلبه قاس
Nothing pure has a heart
That stays perpetually hard.
وكم ساقٍ يغص به
وهذا منيةُ الناسِ
Though legs may weaken and tire,
This is the fate of mankind.