The Big Event of the violent collision of all celestial bodies;
How pounding is that collision
You just do not know what is like this violent collision
People will be like moths scattered about
And the mountains will be like flakes of wool carded out
Then he whose scales are tipped in favour of deeds of wisdom and piety
He will live a life of bliss in the exalted and blissful society
But he whose good works are light in weight and below par
Will be fostered by the deep bottomless abyss
And you just do not know what it is like in the abyss
It is the blazing infernal pit expressing fury with a crackle and a hiss