(۵۷) يَا ابْنَ الإِنْسانِ أَنْفِقْ مالِي عَلى فُقَرائِي لِتُنْفِقَ فِي السَّمآءِ مِنْ كُنُوزِ عِزِّ لا تَفْنى وَخَزائِنِ مَجْدٍ لا تَبْلى؛ وَلكِنْ وَعَمْري إِنْفاقَ الرُّوحِ أَجْمَلُ لَوْ تُشاهِدْ بِعَيْني.
O SON OF MAN! Bestow My wealth upon My poor, that in heaven thou mayest draw from stores of unfading splendor and treasures of imperishable glory. But by My life! To offer up thy soul is a more glorious thing couldst thou but see with Mine eye.