Woe to those who STINT the measure
Who when they take by measure from others, exact the full
But when they mete to them or weigh to them, minish
What! have they no thought that they shall be raised again
For the great day
The day when mankind shall stand before the Lord of the worlds
Yes! the register of the wicked is in Sidjin
And who shall make thee understand what Sidjin is
It is a book distinctly written
Woe, on that day, to those who treated our signs as lies
Who treated the day of judgment as a lie
None treat it as a lie, save the transgressor, the criminal
Who, when our signs are rehearsed to him, saith, "Tales of the Ancients!"
Yes; but their own works have got the mastery over their hearts
Yes; they shall be shut out as by a veil from their Lord on that day
Then shall they be burned in Hell-fire
Then shall it be said to them, "This is what ye deemed a lie."
Even so. But the register of the righteous is in Illiyoun
And who shall make thee understand what Illiyoun is
A book distinctly written
The angels who draw nigh unto God attest it
Surely, among delights shall the righteous dwell
Seated on bridal couches they will gaze around
Thou shalt mark in their faces the brightness of delight
Choice sealed wine shall be given them to quaff
The seal of musk. For this let those pant who pant for bliss
Mingled therewith shall be the waters of Tasnim
Fount whereof they who draw nigh to God shall drink
The sinners indeed laugh the faithful to scorn
And when they pass by them they wink at one another,
And when they return to their own people, they return jesting
And when they see them they say, "These are the erring ones."
And yet they have no mission to be their guardians
Therefore, on that day the faithful shall laugh the infidels to scorn
As reclining on bridal couches they behold them
Shall not the infidels be recompensed according to their works