Opening up of breast of the best prophet (Chapter 94, Holy Koran)

I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.

Haven't we for you opened up your breast
And taken off from you burden of your all regret
Which felt like something heavy on your back
And we have enhanced your name and fame to cure the ache.
Surely sorrow resides with happiness
Of course sorrow resides with happiness
So when you are free, show the respect
And make your Lord your exclusive object.

poem by Asif Andalib
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