He frowned and turned away
When the blind one came to him
And what makes you know, perhaps he is seeking to purif
Or to remember, so the remembrance will benefit hi
As for the one who was rich.
You were addressing yourself to him
And why does it concern you that he does not want to purif
And as for the one who came to you seeking
While he was fearful
You were too pre-occupied for him
No, this is but a reminder
For whoever wills to remember
In records which are honourable
Raised and pure
By the hands of scribes
Honourable and righteous
Mankind is killed for his rejection
From what did He create hi
From a seed He created him and moulded him
Then the path He made easy for him
Then He made him die and buried him
Then if He wishes He resurrects him
Alas, when what has been ordained is complete
Let man look to his provisions
We have poured the water abundantly
Then We cracked the land with cracks
And We made grow in it seeds
And grapes and pasture
And olives and palm trees
And gardens in variety
And fruits and vegetables
An offering to you and your livestock
So when the screaming shout comes
The Day when a person will run from his brother
And his mother and father
And his mate and children
For every person on that Day is a matter that concerns him
Faces on that Day which are openly displayed
Laughing and seeking good news
And faces on that Day with dust on them
Being burdened by remorse
Those are the rejecters, the wicked