Translation of Surah Al-Falaq

 "Start in the name of Allah ,the most Gracious, the most Merciful"

1. Say, " I seek refuge in the lord of daybreak 
2. From the evil of 
that which He created 
3. From the evil of darkness when it settles 
4. From the evil of the 
blowers in knots 
5. From the evil 
of an envier when he envies

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