He frowned and turned away
Because there came to him the blind man
But how could you know whether he might be purified
Or that he might receive advice, and the teaching might profit him
As for one who regards Himself as self-sufficient
To him you attend
Though it is no blame on you if he grows not
But as to him who came to you striving earnestly
And with consciousness
Of him were you unmindful
By no means should this be so, for it is indeed a message of instruction
So whosoever wills, may ponder it
In books held in honor
Exalted and purified
By the hands of scribes
Honorable, pious and just
Woe to humanity, what has made them reject God
From what has He created them
From a zygote, He has created him, and then molds them in due proportions
Then He makes his path smooth for him
Then He causes him to die, and puts him in his grave
Then, when it is His will, He will raise him up
By no means has he fulfilled what God has asked of him
Then let the human being look at his food
And that We pour out water in abundance
And We split the earth into pieces
And produce therein corn
Grapes and nutritious plants
Olives and dates
And enclosed gardens, dense with lofty trees
And fruits and fodder
For use and convenience for you and your livestock
Then when there comes the deafening noise
The day one will flee from his own brother
And from his mother and his father
And from his wife and children
Each one of them, that day, will have enough concern to make him indifferent to the others
Some faces that day will be beaming
Laughing, rejoicing
And other faces that day will be dust-stained
Darkness will cover them
Such will be the rejecters of God, the immoral