These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
هؤُلاَءِ صُخُورٌ فِي وَلاَئِمِكُمُ الْمَحَبِّيَّةِ، صَانِعِينَ وَلاَئِمَ مَعًا بِلاَ خَوْفٍ، رَاعِينَ أَنْفُسَهُمْ. غُيُومٌ بِلاَ مَاءٍ تَحْمِلُهَا الرِّيَاحُ. أَشْجَارٌ خَرِيفِيَّةٌ بِلاَ ثَمَرٍ مَيِّتَةٌ مُضَاعَفًا، مُقْتَلَعَةٌ.