“ O that I were as in the lunar months of long ago, ” he groaned. When calamity strikes, who does not long for the former days?
تَحَسَّرَ أَيُّوبُ قَائِلًا :‏ « يَا لَيْتَنِي كَمَا فِي ٱلْأَشْهُرِ ٱلْقَمَرِيَّةِ ٱلسَّالِفَةِ » .‏