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Nigh unto men has drawn their reckoning, while they in heedlessness are yet turning away; |
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no Remembrance from their Lord comes to them lately renewed, but they listen to it yet playing, |
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diverted their hearts. The evildoers whisper one to another, 'Is this aught but a mortal like to yourselves? What, will you take to sorcery with your eyes open?' |
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He says: 'My Lord knows what is said in the heavens and the earth, and He is the All-hearing, the All-knowing.' |
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Nay, but they say: 'A hotchpotch of nightmares! Nay, he has forged it; nay, he is a poet! Now therefore let him bring us a sign, even as the ancient ones were sent as Messengers.' |
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