English - Chapter 70 - Al-Maarij

Someone asked about the inevitable retribution

For the rejecters, there is nothing that will stop it

From God, Possessor of the ascending portals

The Angels and the Spirit ascent to Him in a day which is equivalent to fifty thousand years

So be patient with a good patience

They see it as far away

And We see it as near

On the Day the sky is like molten copper

And the mountains are like wool

And no friend will ask about his friend

When they see it, the criminal will wish he can ransom his children against the retribution

As well as his mate and his brother

As well as his whole clan that protected him

And all who are on Earth, so that he can be saved

No, it is a flame

Eager to roast

It calls on those who turned away

And who hoarded and counted

Indeed, mankind was created anxious

When adversity touches him he is miserable

And when good touches him he is stingy

Except for those who reach out

Who are always maintaining their contact-method

And those who set aside part of their wealth

For the seeker and the denied

And those who believe in the Day of Judgment

And those who are fearful of their Lord's retribution

The retribution of their Lord is not to be taken for granted

And those who conceal their private parts

Except around their spouses or those committed to by oath, there is no blame

Then, whoever seeks anything beyond this, they are the transgressors

And those who are trustworthy and keep their pledges

And those who uphold their testimonies

And those who are dedicated to their contact-method

They will be honoured in paradises

So what is wrong with the rejecters staring at you

From the right and the left, in crowds

Does every one of them hope to enter a paradise of bliss

No, We have created them from what they know

So I swear by the Lord of the east and the west that We are able

To replace them with better people, We can never be defeated

So let them talk in vain and play, until they meet their Day which they are promised

When they will come out of the graves in a rush, as if they are racing towards a goal

Their eyes are cast down, with shame covering them. This is the Day which they were promised