Hath the tidings of the day that shall OVERSHADOW, reached thee
Downcast on that day shall be the countenances of some
Travailing and worn
Burnt at the scorching fire
Made to drink from a fountain fiercely boiling
No food shall they have but the fruit of Darih
Which shall not fatten, nor appease their hunger
Joyous too, on that day, the countenances of others
Well pleased with their labours past
In a lofty garden
No vain discourse shalt thou hear therein
Therein shall be a gushing fountain
Therein shall be raised couches
And goblets ready placed
And cushions laid in order
And carpets spread forth
Can they not look up to the clouds, how they are created
And to the heaven how it is upraised
And to the mountains how they are rooted
And to the earth how it is outspread
Warn thou then; for thou art a warner only
Thou hast no authority over them
But whoever shall turn back and disbelieve
God shall punish him with the greater punishment
Verily to Us shall they return
Then shall it be Our's to reckon with them