Has the news come to you of that which will overwhel
Faces on that Day which will be shamed
Labouring and weary
They will enter a blazing Fire
And be given to drink from a boiling spring
They will have no food except from a thorny plant
It does not nourish nor avail against hunger
And faces on that Day which are soft
For their pursuit they are content
In a high paradise
You will not hear in it any nonsense
In it is a running spring
In it are raised beds
And cups that are set
And cushions set in rows
And rich carpets spread out
Will they not look at the camels, how are they create
And to the sky, how is it raise
And to the mountains, how was it se
And to the land, how was it flattene
So remind, for you are but a reminder
You have no power over them
Except for he who turns away and rejects
Then God will punish him with the great retribution
Indeed, to Us is their return
Then to Us is their judgment