In gloom's silent reign,
Allegri's shadow looms large,
Hope wanes, dreams decay.
I asked GPT to come up with an Arabic poem for Failegri:
تتفرد الظلال في أرجاء الملعب
، ويعلو الغموض وجه التوجيه
، في صمت الهزيمة ينحني الروح
، بلا أمل، بل ألم يمتدّ.
I think it roughly translates to:
The shadows are lurking across all corners of the pitch,
The silence/mystery reverberates in the face of direction/instruction
The spirit/soul is broken in silence at yet another defeat
Without hope the pain lingers.