By the heaven and the night-come
And what shall make thee know that which the night-comer is?
It is the star shing brightly
No soul is there but hath over it a watcher
So let man look - from what is he created
He is created from a water drip-ping
That issueth from between the loins and the breast-bones
Verily He is Able to restore him
On a Day whereon secrets shall be out
Then he shall have no power nor any helper
By the heaven which returneth
And by the earth which splitteth
Verily, it is a discourse distinguishing
And it is not a frivolity
Verily they are plotting a plot
And I am plotting a plot
So respite thou the infidels - respite them gently