HAS NEWS OF the Overpowering Event reached you
Many faces will be contrite on that day
Labouring, wearied out
Burning in the scorching fire
Given water from the boiling spring to drink
They will have no food except bitter thorn
Neither nourishing nor banishing hunger
Many faces will be joyous on that day
Well-pleased with their endeavour
In the high empyrean
Never hearing idle talk
There is a stream of running water in it
And within it are couches placed on high
Goblets set
Cushions arranged
And rich carpets spread
Do they not then ponder how the clouds were formed
And the heavens, how it was raised high
And the mountains, how they were fixed
And the earth, how it was spread out
Remind them; you are surely a reminder
You are not a warden over them
Other than him who turns his back and denies
In which case he will be punished by God with the severest punishment
To Us is surely their returning
Ours is surely then to reckon with them