With name of the God, the Almighty, the Merciful
Over what they question?
Over the News, the Great.
The one they in it, they differing.
Like surely no! soon they will know.
Then, like surely no! soon they will know.
Did not We make the Earth a cradle?
And the mountains stakes?
And We create you pairs?
And We make your sleep calmness?
And We make the night clothing?
And We make the day subsistence?
And We constructed above you Seven Strengths?
And We make lamps glorifying?
And We send down from the clouds fluid running?
To Our taking out with it grain and growth?
And gardens altogether?
Surely Day of the Distinction is a Meeting.
A Day He blows in the Whistle, but you will come forces.
And she opens, the Heaven, but she is doors.
And surely move the mountains, but they are mirages.
Surely Hell, she is capturing.
To the transgressors abode.
Tarrying in her ages.
Not they taste in her coolness and not drink,
except heat and covering.
Repaying completed.
Surely they, they were, not they expecting account.
And they falsified with Our signs, falsifying.
And everything We account it, written.
“So taste, but not will We add you except punishment.”
Surely to the pious achievement.
Gardens and grapes.
And companions equal.
And cups filled.
Not will they hear in them vanity and not falsehood.
Repaying from your Lord, given account.
Lord of the Heavens and the Earths and what between them both, the Almighty, not they control from Him addressing.
A Day He will stand the Spirit and the Angels, ranged, not will they speak except one, calls to him the Almighty, and he will say exactitude.
That the Day, the True, but one who wishes, take to his Lord abode.
Surely We, We warn you of punishment close, a Day he will see, the one, what sent forth his hands, and he will say, the rejecter “O woe to me! was I dust!”
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