وكأنَّ ريح صنانِه من نتنِه
في أنف باكيةٍ سعوطٌ يُنشقُ
As though the wind of his grinding teeth is from their stench
In the nose of a weeping one, a thunderbolt splits
وكأنَّ ريح صنانِه من نتنِه
في أنف باكيةٍ سعوطٌ يُنشقُ
As though the wind of his grinding teeth is from their stench
In the nose of a weeping one, a thunderbolt splits