And they say “When will this threat come to pass, if ye be speakers of truth?”
They await but a single blast; it shall smite them whilst they are wrangling,
And they shall not be able to make their wills, and unto their families they shall not return.
And the trumpet shall be blown, and behold they shall hasten out of the graves to their Lord:
Saying, “Oh, woe is us! who hath roused us from our sleeping-place? This is what the Merciful threatened; and the apostles spake truth.”
There shall be but one blast, and, lo! all are arraigned before us;
And on that day no soul shall be wronged at all, nor shall ye be recompensed save for what ye have wrought.
Verily on that day the people of Paradise shall, be happy in their pursuits,
They and their wives reclining on couches in the shade;
They have fruit there and whatsoever they demand: