Has the tale of the Shrouder come to you?
On that Day faces are anxious,
Moiling, exhausted.
Smoldering a hot Fire.
Watered from a stagnant fountain.
No food to them except from dripping.
Which does not nourish nor avail from hunger?
Faces on that Day are smooth.
To its strive, satisfied.
In a high garden.
In it, you do not hear any garrulity.
In it is a streaming fountain.
In it are raised seats.
And put cups.
And armrests assembled.
And propagated carpets.
So, do they not gander at the camels, how they were created?
And at the sky, how it was raised?
And at the mountains, how they were erected?
And at the earth, how it was faceted?
So, remind. For you are only a reminder.
You are not sovereign upon them.
Except whoever eluded and unbelieved.
Then Allah will tribulate him the biggest tribulation.
Indeed, to Us is their come back.
Then upon Us is their appraisal.