An-Naba

In the name of God, the All-Benevolent, the Benevolent. About what?

ٮسم الله الرحمں الرحٮم عم

They are asking one another about the immense Information, over which they differ.

ٮٮسالوں عں الٮٮا العطٮم الدى هم ڡٮه محٮلڡوں

By no means! They will know. Then, by no means! They will know.

كلا سٮعلموں ٮم كلا سٮعلموں

Have We not made the earth a resting place, and the mountains as stakes? Have We not created you in pairs, and made your sleep a rest? Have We not made the night a covering, and the day for livelihood? Have We not built above you seven strong, and placed an incandescent torch? And sent down from those that press out abundant water, that We may bring forth thereby grain and vegetation, and intertwined gardens?

الم ٮحعل الارص مهدا والحٮال اوٮادا وحلڡٮكم اروحا وحعلٮا ٮومكم سٮاٮا وحعلٮا الٮل لٮاسا وحعلٮا الٮهار معاسا وٮٮٮٮا ڡوڡكم سٮعا سدادا وحعلٮا سراحا وهاحا واٮرلٮا مں المعصرٮ ما ٮحاحا لٮحرح ٮه حٮا وٮٮاٮا وحٮٮ الڡاڡا

Indeed, the Day of Separation is an appointed time — the Day the Horn is blown, and you come in crowds, and the sky is opened and becomes gates, and the mountains are set moving and become a mirage.

اں ٮوم الڡصل كاں مٮڡٮا ٮوم ٮٮڡح ڡى الصور ڡٮاٮوں اڡواحا وڡٮحٮ السما ڡكاٮٮ اٮوٮا وسٮرٮ الحٮال ڡكاٮٮ سراٮا

Indeed, Jahannam is a lookout post — a place of return for those who exceed all measure, wherein they will remain for prolonged periods.

اں حهٮم كاٮٮ مرصادا للطعٮں ماٮا لٮٮٮں ڡٮها احڡاٮا

They will taste therein neither coolness nor drink, except boiling water and a foul, dark fluid — a fitting recompense.

لا ٮدوڡوں ڡٮها ٮردا ولا سراٮا الا حمٮما وعساڡا حرا وڡاڡا

They did not hope for any reckoning, and they denied Our signs with emphatic denial.

اٮهم كاٮوا لا ٮرحوں حساٮا وكدٮوا ٮاٮٮٮا كداٮا

But everything We have enumerated in a record.

وكل سى احصٮٮه كٮٮا

So taste! We will only increase you in punishment.

ڡدوڡوا ڡلں ٮرٮدكم الا عداٮا

Indeed, for those who guarded themselves is a triumph: enclosed gardens and vineyards, and companions full of vitality, fertile and of shared stock, and a brimming cup. They will hear therein neither idle talk nor lies —

اں للمٮڡٮں مڡارا حداٮٯ واعٮٮا وكواعٮ اٮراٮا وكاسا دهاڡا لا ٮسمعوں ڡٮها لعوا ولا كدٮا

a recompense from your Guardian, an endowment, well accounted,

حرا مں رٮك عطا حساٮا

the All-Benevolent; they possess no right to address Him,

الرحمں لا ٮملكوں مٮه حطاٮا

the Day the Influx and the Agents will stand in ranks, none speaking except one to whom the All-Benevolent has given permission, and who will say what is right.

ٮوم ٮڡوم الروح والملٮكه صڡا لا ٮٮكلموں الا مں ادں له الرحمں وڡال صواٮا

So whoever wants may take, toward his Guardian, a place of return.

ڡمں سا اٮحد الى رٮه ماٮا

Indeed, We have warned you of an imminent punishment — the Day when man will observe what his hands have prepared, and the one who disowns will say, "Oh, that I were earth!"

اٮا اٮدرٮكم عداٮا ڡرٮٮا ٮوم ٮٮطر المر ما ڡدمٮ ٮداه وٮڡول الكاڡر ٮلٮٮٮى كٮٮ ٮرٮا