emadahmed1995
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محاكمة في محكمة الحقيقة يصعد قاضي ذو شعر مستعار أبيض، وقامة طويلة، المنصة السامقة التي تشبه في علوها شجرة سنديان معمرة، حذاؤه الخشبي المدبب يحدث صوتا نافذا في طبلة الأذن ولكنه فخم، مثل دقات القدر، يقتعد الرجل كرسيه وخلفه صور الحكماء والفلاسفة والعلماء، يتذكر أنه لم ينحنِ لهم، فينهض ويستدير ثم ينحنِ، يقتعد كرسيه مرة أخرى ويقول: - افتتحت الجلسة الثامنة عشر لمحكمة الحقيقة..
A trial in the Court of Truth A judge with a white wig and a tall figure ascends the lofty platform, as high as an ancient oak tree. His pointed wooden shoes make a penetrating but stately sound in the eardrum, like the ticking of fate. The man sits in his chair, behind him are pictures of wise men, philosophers and scholars. He remembers that he did not bow to them, so he stands up, turns around, bows, sits in his chair again and says: “The eighteenth session of the Court of Truth has opened.”
arabic poem
A trial in the Court of Truth A judge with a white wig and a tall figure ascends the lofty platform, as high as an ancient oak tree. His pointed wooden shoes make a penetrating but stately sound in the eardrum, like the ticking of fate. The man sits in his chair, behind him are pictures of wise men, philosophers and scholars. He remembers that he did not bow to them, so he stands up, turns around, bows, sits in his chair again and says: “The eighteenth session of the Court of Truth has opened.”
arabic poem