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ߞߘߐ ߟߎ߬ ߘߟߊߡߌ߬ߘߊ߬ߟߌ ߟߝߊߙߌ ߘߏ߫: (42) ߝߐߘߊ ߘߏ߫: ߝߊߟߊ߲
وَأُحِيطَ بِثَمَرِهِۦ فَأَصۡبَحَ يُقَلِّبُ كَفَّيۡهِ عَلَىٰ مَآ أَنفَقَ فِيهَا وَهِيَ خَاوِيَةٌ عَلَىٰ عُرُوشِهَا وَيَقُولُ يَٰلَيۡتَنِي لَمۡ أُشۡرِكۡ بِرَبِّيٓ أَحَدٗا
42. And his fruits were encompassed (by ruin)21; and there he was, wringing his hands (in grief) for what he had spent on it, while it had collapsed on its trellises, and said: "Woe to me. Would that I had not associated anyone with my Lord."
21. One should not be swayed away from the reason for existence by the adornment of life; all of it will be gone one day.
ߊߙߊߓߎߞߊ߲ߡߊ ߞߘߐߦߌߘߊ ߟߎ߬:
 
ߞߘߐ ߟߎ߬ ߘߟߊߡߌ߬ߘߊ߬ߟߌ ߟߝߊߙߌ ߘߏ߫: (42) ߝߐߘߊ ߘߏ߫: ߝߊߟߊ߲
ߝߐߘߊ ߟߎ߫ ߦߌ߬ߘߊ߬ߥߟߊ ߞߐߜߍ ߝߙߍߕߍ
 
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