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!”

So a voice¹ reassured her from below her, “Do not grieve! Your Lord has provided a stream at your feet.

And shake the trunk of this palm tree towards you, it will drop fresh, ripe dates upon you.