In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful
When the inevitable occurs
Of its occurrence, there is no denial
Bringing low, raising high
When the earth is shaken with a shock
And the mountains are crushed and crumbled
And they become scattered dust
And you become three classes
Those on the Right - what of those on the Right?
And those on the Left - what of those on the Left?
And the forerunners, the forerunners
Those are the nearest
In the Gardens of Bliss
A throng from the ancients
And a small band from the latecomers
On luxurious furnishings
Reclining on them, facing one another
Serving them will be immortalized youth
With cups, pitchers, and sparkling drinks
Causing them neither headache, nor intoxication
And fruits of their choice
And meat of birds that they may desire
And lovely companions
The likenesses of treasured pearls
As a reward for what they used to do
Therein they will hear no nonsense, and no accusations
But only the greeting: “Peace, peace.”
And those on the Right - what of those on the Right?
In lush orchards
And sweet-smelling plants
And extended shade
And outpouring water
And abundant fruit
Neither withheld, nor forbidden
And uplifted mattresses
We have created them of special creation
And made them virgins
Tender and un-aging
For those on the Right
A throng from the ancients
And a throng from the latecomers
And those on the Left - what of those on the Left?
Amid searing wind and boiling water
And a shadow of thick smoke
Neither cool, nor refreshing
They had lived before that in luxury
And they used to persist in immense wrongdoing
And they used to say, “When we are dead and turned into dust and bones, are we to be resurrected?
And our ancient ancestors too?”
Say, “The first and the last
Will be gathered for the appointment of a familiar Day.”
Then you, you misguided, who deny the truth
Will be eating from the Tree of Bitterness
Will be filling your bellies with it
Will be drinking on top of it boiling water
Drinking like thirsty camels drink
That is their hospitality on the Day of Retribution
We created you - if only you would believe!
Have you seen what you ejaculate?
Is it you who create it, or are We the Creator?
We have decreed death among you, and We will not be outstripped
In replacing you with your likes, and transforming you into what you do not know
You have known the first formation; if only you would remember
Have you seen what you cultivate?
Is it you who make it grow, or are We the Grower?
If We will, We can turn it into rubble; then you will lament
“We are penalized.
No, we are being deprived.”
Have you seen the water you drink?
Is it you who sent it down from the clouds, or are We the Sender?
If We will, We can make it salty
Will you not be thankful?
Have you seen the fire you kindle?
Is it you who produce its tree, or are We the Producer?
We have made it a reminder, and a comfort for the users
So glorify the Name of your Great Lord
I swear by the locations of the stars
It is an oath, if you only knew, that is tremendous
It is a noble Quran
In a well-protected Book
None can grasp it except the purified
A revelation from the Lord of the Worlds
Is it this discourse that you take so lightly?
And you make it your livelihood to deny it?
So when it has reached the throat
As you are looking on
We are nearer to it than you are, but you do not see
If you are not held to account
Then bring it back, if you are truthful
But if he is one of those brought near
Then happiness, and flowers, and Garden of Delights
And if he is one of those on the Right
Then, “Peace upon you,” from those on the Right
But if he is one of the deniers, the mistaken
Then a welcome of Inferno
And burning in Hell
This is the certain truth
So glorify the Name of your Lord, the Magnificent