One day they shall be dragged into the fire on their faces: “Taste ye the touch of Hell.”
Verily all things have we created by a decree,
And our command is but one moment, like the twinkling of an eye.
And we have destroyed the like of you:—but doth any one mind?
And everything that they do is in the Books;
Everything, little and great, is written down.
Verily the pious shall be amid gardens and rivers,
In the seat of truth, before the King Omnipotent.
(liv.)