He frowned and turned away

That the blind man came to him.

And what can make thee know — he might purify himself,

Or take heed, and the reminder benefit him?

As for him who is self-sufficient:

To him thou attendest,

But not upon thee is it if he does not purify himself.

And as for him who comes to thee, striving

And in fear:

From him thou art distracted.

No, indeed! It is a reminder,

So whoso wills might remember it,

In honoured pages,

Exalted and purified,

By the hands of scribes

Noble and virtuous.

Damned be man! How denying he is!

From what did He create him?

From a sperm-drop He created him, and determined him;

Then He made the path easy for him;

Then He gives him death and buries him;

Then, when He wills, He resurrects him.

No, indeed! He has not accomplished what He commanded him.

So let man look at his food: —

That We poured water in showers;

Then We split the earth in cracks,

And We caused to grow therein grain,

And grapes, and herbage,

And olives, and date-palms,

And gardens dense with foliage,

And fruits, and grass,

As enjoyment for you and your cattle.

Then when there comes the Blast:

The day a man will flee from his brother,

And his mother, and his father,

And his consort, and his sons,

Every man of them, that day, will have an involvement to suffice him.

Faces, that day, will be bright,

Laughing, rejoicing at glad tidings.

And faces, that day, upon them will be dust,

Blackness will cover them;

It is they who are the deniers, the immoral.