Has there come to thee the narrative of the Enveloping?

Faces, that day, will be humbled:

Toiling, exhausted,

Burning in a scorching Fire,

Watered from a boiling spring.

They have no food save of poisonous thorns:

Neither sustaining, nor availing against hunger.

Faces, that day, will be joyous:

With their striving well-pleased,

In a high garden.

They hear therein no vain speech;

Therein — a flowing spring;

Therein — couches raised,

And cups set,

And cushions arrayed,

And carpets outspread.

Will they then not look 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 spread out!

So remind thou; thou art but one reminding,

Thou art not over them an overseer.

But whoso turns away and denies,

God will punish him with the greatest punishment.

To Us is their return;

Then upon Us is their reckoning.