﴿ وَأُحِيطَ بِثَمَرِهِۦ فَأَصْبَحَ يُقَلِّبُ كَفَّيْهِ عَلَىٰ مَآ أَنفَقَ فِيهَا وَهِىَ خَاوِيَةٌ عَلَىٰ عُرُوشِهَا وَيَقُولُ يَٰلَيْتَنِى لَمْ أُشْرِكْ بِرَبِّىٓ أَحَدًۭا ﴾

“And [thus it happened:] his fruitful gardens were encompassed [by ruin], and there he was, wringing his hands over all that he had spent on that which now lay waste, with its trellises caved in; and he could but say, "Oh, would that I had not attributed divine powers to any but my Sustainer!"”

And his fruit was beset through the curbing measures mentioned above it was beset together with his garden by destruction and were thus ruined and so he began to wring his hands out of regret and anguish because of what he had spent on it on the cultivation of his garden as it lay fallen having collapsed on its trellises those supporting the vines so that first these collapsed and then the vine-grapes collapsed after them saying ‘O yā is for exclamation I wish I had not ascribed any partner to my Lord!’