He frowned and turned away
Because the blind man had come in his august presence
And what do you know, he may be of the pure
Or that he may accept advice, so the advice may benefit him
For him who does not care
So you are after him
And you have nothing to lose if he does not become pure
And for him who came to you striving
And whereas he fears
So you leave him, and are engrossed elsewhere
Not this way – this is the advice
So whoever wishes may remember it
On honourable pages
Exalted, pure
Written by the hands of emissaries
Who are noble, virtuous
May man be slain – how ungrateful he is
From what did He create him
From a drop of liquid; He created him and then set several measures for him
Then eased the way for him
Then gave him death, so had him put in the grave
Then, when He willed, He brought him out. (As during the night of Holy Prophet’s ascension, when all the Prophets gathered behind him in the Al Aqsa mosque in Jerusalem. Or when Allah will raise everyone on the Day of Resurrection.
Not one – he has not yet completed what he was commanded
So man must look at his food
That We watered it in abundance
Then We split the earth properly
Thereby produced grain in it
And grapes and fodder
And olives and date palms
And dense gardens
And fruits and grass
In order to benefit you and your cattle
So when the deafening Shout arrives
On that day man will run away from his brother
And from his mother and father
And from his wife and sons
On that day, each one has just one issue, which is enough for him
Many a face will be glittering on that day
Laughing, rejoicing
And many a face will be covered with dust on that day
Blackness overcoming them
It is they, the disbelievers, the sinners