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 ascend 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 heaven 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
And his mate and his brother
And his relatives who sheltered him
And all who are on the earth, so that he can be saved
No, it is a torching flame
Eager to roast
It calls on those who turned away
And who hoarded and counted
Indeed, man was created anxious
When adversity touches him he is miserable
And when good touches him he is stingy
Except for those who make the contact prayer
Who always observe their contact prayer
And those who set aside part of their wealth
For the seeker and the denied
And those who believe in the Day of Recompense
And those who are fearful of the retribution of their Lord
The retribution of their Lord is not to be taken for granted
And those who keep covered their private parts
Except around their spouses or those maintained by their oaths, there is no blame
Whoever seeks anything beyond this, they are the transgressors
And those who look after what they have been entrusted to and to their pledges
And those who uphold their testimonies
And those who maintain their contact prayer
They will be honored in gardens
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 garden of bliss
No, We have created them from what they know
So I do 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.