I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Merciful and the Giver.
Haven't you thought it over
How your Lord dealt with the elephant riders?
Didn't He destroy their conspiracy?
He kept on sending down upon them
Flocks of Ababil birds
That dropped pebbles of baked clay ceaselessly
Until He rendered the soldiers like chewed up grass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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