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.
فَنَادَى وَقَالَ: يَا أَبِي إِبْرَاهِيمَ، ارْحَمْنِي، وَأَرْسِلْ لِعَازَرَ لِيَبُلَّ طَرَفَ إِصْبَِعِهِ بِمَاءٍ وَيُبَرِّدَ لِسَانِي، لأَنِّي مُعَذَّبٌ فِي هذَا اللَّهِيبِ.