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You ar now like a withered leaf; even messengers of death have come near you. You stand at the threshold of departure (at the gate of death) and you have made no provision (for your journey).
Make for yourself an island (refuge), strive quickly, be wise. When your impurities are purged and you are free from sin you will reach heaven, the land of the elect.
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