فَنَادَى وَقَالَ: يَا أَبِي إِبْرَاهِيمَ، ارْحَمْنِي، وَأَرْسِلْ لِعَازَرَ لِيَبُلَّ طَرَفَ إِصْبَِعِهِ بِمَاءٍ وَيُبَرِّدَ لِسَانِي، لأَنِّي مُعَذَّبٌ فِي هذَا اللَّهِيبِ.
And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.