فَأَجَآءَهَا
ٱلۡمَخَاضُ
إِلَىٰ
جِذۡعِ
ٱلنَّخۡلَةِ
قَالَتۡ
يَٰلَيۡتَنِي
مِتُّ
قَبۡلَ
هَٰذَا
وَكُنتُ
نَسۡيٗا
مَّنسِيّٗا
٢٣

Then the pains of labour drove her to the trunk of a palm tree. She cried, “Alas! I wish I had died before this, and was a thing long forgotten!”
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