Has there come to you the news of the overwhelming
Faces on that Day will be shamed
Laboring and exhausted
Roasting in a scorching Fire
Given to drink from a flaming spring
They will have no food except thorns
That neither nourishes, nor satisfies hunger
Faces on that Day will be joyful
Satisfied with their endeavor
In a lofty Garden
In it you will hear no nonsense
In it is a flowing spring
In it are raised beds
And cups set in place
And cushions set in rows
And carpets spread around
Do they not look at the camels—how they are created
And at the sky—how it is raised
And at the mountains—how they are installed
And at the earth—how it is spread out
So remind. You are only a reminder
You have no control over them
But whoever turns away and disbelieves
God will punish him with the greatest punishment
To Us is their return
Then upon Us rests their reckoning