It needeth not that I swear by the day of the RESURRECTION
Or that I swear by the self-accusing soul
Thinketh man that we shall not re-unite his bones
Aye! his very finger tips are we able evenly to replace
But man chooseth to deny what is before him
He asketh, "When this day of Resurrection?"
But when the eye shall be dazzled
And when the moon shall be darkened
And the sun and the moon shall be together
On that day man shall cry, "Where is there a place to flee to?"
But in vain - there is no refuge
With thy Lord on that day shall be the sole asylum
On that day shall man be told of all that he hath done first and last
Yea, a man shall be the eye witness against himself
And even if he put forth his plea. . .
(Move not thy tongue in haste to follow and master this revelation
For we will see to the collecting and the recital of it
But when we have recited it, then follow thou the recital
And, verily, afterwards it shall be ours to make it clear to thee.
Aye, but ye love the transitory
And ye neglect the life to come
On that day shall faces beam with light
Outlooking towards their Lord
And faces on that day shall be dismal
As if they thought that some great calamity would befal them
Aye, when the soul shall come up into the throat
And there shall be a cry, "Who hath a charm that can restore him?"
And the man feeleth that the time of his departure is come
And when one leg shall be laid over the other
To thy Lord on that day shall he be driven on
For he believed not, and he did not pray
But he called the truth a lie and turned his back
Then, walking with haughty men, rejoined his people
That Hour is nearer to thee and nearer
It is ever nearer to thee and nearer still
Thinketh man that he shall be left supreme
Was he not a mere embryo
Then he became thick blood of which God formed him and fashioned him
And made him twain, male and female
Is not He powerful enough to quicken the dead