What are they asking one another about
About the Great Event
About which they disagree
Surely, they will find out
Most certainly, they will find out
Did We not make the earth a cradle
And the mountains pegs
And created you in pairs
And made your sleep for rest
And made the night a cover
And made the day for livelihood
And built above you seven strong ones
And placed a blazing lamp
And brought down from the clouds pouring water
To produce with it grains and vegetation
And luxuriant gardens
The Day of Sorting has been appointed
The Day when the Trumpet is blown, and you will come in droves
And the sky is opened up, and becomes gateways
And the mountains are set in motion, and become a mirage
Hell is lying in ambush
For the oppressors, a destination
Where they will remain for eons
They will taste therein neither coolness, nor drink
Except boiling water, and freezing hail
A fitting requital
For they were not anticipating any reckoning
And they denied Our signs utterly
But We have enumerated everything in writing
So taste! We will increase you only in suffering
But for the righteous there is triumph
Gardens and vineyards
And splendid spouses, well matched
And delicious drinks
They will hear therein neither gossip, nor lies
A reward from your Lord, a fitting gift
Lord of the heavens and the earth, and everything between them—The Most Merciful—none can argue with Him
On the Day when the Spirit and the angels stand in row. They will not speak, unless it be one permitted by the Most Merciful, and he will say what is right
That is the Day of Reality. So whoever wills, let him take a way back to his Lord
We have warned you of a near punishment—the Day when a person will observe what his hands have produced, and the faithless will say, 'O, I wish I were dust.'