About what are they questioning?
About the immense bulletin?
That, in which they are differing?
No, they shall know.
Then no, they shall know.
Did We not make the earth cradles?
And the mountains stakes?
And We created you as couples?
And We made your sleep a pause?
And We made the night an ensemble?
And We made the day a livelihood?
And We built above you seven staunch ones?
And We made a glowing cresset?
And We descended from the squeezers jetting water?
To egress with it, pips and plants?
And foliage gardens.
Indeed, the Day of Resolution is a timing.
On the Day when it is puffed into the Siren, so you will come in flocks.
And the sky was opened, so it was doors.
And the mountains were moved, so they were a mirage.
Indeed, Gehennam was a surveillance.
To the tyrants, an abode.
Lasting in it epochs.
They will not taste in it neither brisk nor drink.
Except hot liquid and exudate.
A fitting recompense.
Indeed, they did not desire an appraisal.
And they denied in Our signs a denial.
And We have calculated everything in writing.
So, taste! So, We will only increase you in tribulation.
Indeed, to the ethical a victory.
Gardens and grapes.
And buxom peers.
And an abounding chalice.
They do not hear in it, garrulity, nor lies.
A recompense from your Lord, a grant appraised.
Lord of the skies and the earth, and everything between them, The Prime, they do not own any petition from Him.
On the Day when the Spirit and the angels arise, an assembly, not talking, except whoever consented to by the Prime, and talked precisely.
That is the Day of fact, so whoever wished, let him take an abode to his Lord.
We have warned you of a near tribulation, the Day when a person will see what his hands have committed, and the unbeliever will say, 'O, let I was soil.'