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It is not the prose of a poet ˹as you claim˺, ˹yet˺ you hardly have any faith.
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Nor is it the mumbling of a fortune-teller, ˹yet˺ you are hardly mindful.
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˹It is˺ a revelation from the Lord of all worlds.
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Had the Messenger made up something in Our Name,
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We would have certainly seized him by his right hand,
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then severed his aorta,
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and none of you could have shielded him ˹from Us˺!
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