فَلَمَّا جَنَّ عَلَيۡهِ ٱلَّيۡلُ رَءَا كَوۡكَبٗاۖ قَالَ هَٰذَا رَبِّيۖ فَلَمَّآ أَفَلَ قَالَ لَآ أُحِبُّ ٱلۡأٓفِلِينَ
When the night grew dark upon him he beheld a star. He said: This is my Lord. But when it set, he said: I love not things that set
Author: Mohammed Marmaduke William Pickthall