He scowled and eluded.
When the blind man came to him.
But how do you realize? Perhaps he was kindling.
Or remembering, so the reminder would benefit him.
But for one who enriched.
Then to him you attend.
And it is not upon you that he kindles.
But as for him who came to you striving.
While he is anxious.
Then from him you are leisured.
No, this is a reminder.
So, whoever wished, shall remember it.
In honored parchments.
Raised, purified,
In the hands of scribes.
Generous, revered.
Killed is the human! How ungrateful he is!
From what thing did He create him?
From a finite, He created him then determined him.
Then He eased the path for him.
Then He demised him, then He buried him.
Then, if He wished, He disseminated him.
But no, until he decreed what He ordered him.
So, let the human gander at his food.
We spouted down the water spouting.
Then We cracked the earth cracking.
So, We produced in it pips.
And grapes and cucurbits.
And olives and palms,
And luscious yards.
And fruits and herbs:
Aliments to you and to your animals.
Then when the squawker comes.
The Day when a person will flee from his brother.
And his mother and his father.
And his female companion and his bairns,
To every one of them, on that Day, a situation to avail him.
Faces on that Day vibrant.
Laughing and cheerful.
And faces on that Day on which there is rubble.
Enervated by scant.
These are the unbelievers, the villains.