When the sun is folded up
And when the stars do fall
And when the mountains are moved
And when the she-camels ten months gone with young shall be neglected
And when the beasts shall be crowded together
And when the seas shall surge up
And when souls shall be paired with bodies
And when the child who was buried alive shall be asked
for what sin she was slain
And when the pages shall be spread out
And when the heaven shall be flayed
And when hell shall be set ablaze
And when Paradise shall be brought nigh
The soul shall know what it has produced
I need not swear by the stars that slink back
moving swiftly, slinking into their dens
Nor by the night when darkness draws on
Nor by the morn when it first breathes up
Verily, it is the speech of a noble apostle
mighty, standing sure with the Lord of the throne
obeyed and trusty too
Your comrade is not mad
he saw him on the plain horizon
nor does he grudge to communicate the unseen
Nor is it the speech of a pelted devil
Then whither do ye go
It is but a reminder to the worlds
to whomsoever of you pleases to go straight:
but ye will not please, except God, the Lord of the world, should please