By Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,The plowman homeward […]
وَمَا أَرْسَلْنَا فِي قَرْيَةٍ مِّن نَّبِيٍّ إِلَّا أَخَذْنَا أَهْلَهَا بِالْبَأْسَاءِ وَالضَّرَّاءِ لَعَلَّهُمْ يَضَّرَّعُون Wama arsalna fee qaryatin minnabiyyin illa akhathna […]
ادْعُواْ رَبَّكُمْ تَضَرُّعًا وَخُفْيَةً إِنَّهُ لاَ يُحِبُّ الْمُعْتَدِينَ OdAAoo rabbakum tadarruAAanwakhufyatan innahu la yuhibbu almuAAtadeen
By William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. […]