مع ان كل الخلق من أصل طين
و كلهم..... بينزلوا مغمضين
بعد الدقايق و الشهور و السنين
تلاقى ناس أشرار و ناس طيبين
عجبى
Though all are shaped of the same clay,
Born with eyes closed to light of day,
How come as the years follow one another,
They grow to be so good the one, so evil the other?
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