Y our mother was like a vine, in your blood, planted by the waters: it was fruitful and full of branches by reason of many waters.
«‹أُمُّكَ كَكَرمَةٍ مَلِيئَةٍ بِالثِّمارِ لأنَّها مَزرُوعَةٌ قُربَ قَنَواتِ الرَّيِّ. إنَّها مُثمِرَةٌ وَمُغَطّاةٌ بِأوراقٍ كَثِيرَةٍ بِسَبَبِ كَثرَةِ المِياهِ.
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