IN the name of the merciful and compassionate God.
When the sun is folded up,And when the she-camels ten months' gone with young
shall be neglected,And when the child who was buried alive shall be asked
for what sin she was slain,I need not swear by the stars that slink back, moving swiftly, slinking into their dens!
Nor by the night when darkness draws on!Verily, it is the speech of a noble apostle, mighty, standing sure with the Lord of the throne, obeyed and trusty too!
Your comrade is not mad; he saw him on the plain horizon, nor does he grudge to communicate the unseen.
Nor is it the speech of a pelted devil.It is but a reminder to the worlds, to whomsoever of you pleases to go straight:- but ye will not please, except God, the Lord of the world, should please.