صُرَاخٌ عَلَى ٱلْخَمْرِ فِي ٱلْأَزِقَّةِ. غَرَبَ كُلُّ فَرَحٍ. ٱنْتَفَى سُرُورُ ٱلْأَرْضِ.
There is a crying for wine in the streets; all joy is darkened, the mirth of the land is gone.