1. Hell does not spare the wicked
And Eden is unseen by the outcast

2. When Hell is stoked and flares up
And the Blaze turns from its keepers

3. It is filled with deaf, mute, unrelenting punishment
As if its scourges are biting at it

4. So it rises above whatever troubles it
And its poison does not diminish in cold

5. They wallow in it like crawling things
Unless the Merciful Lord forgives

6. With subtle, pure afflictions
Wherein no sick soul is seen

7. Its udder oozes though it is not milked
And hands therein hang, trembling

8. Its milk flows without udders
No camel calves or calves penned therein

9. Every sound is forbidden them
Neither wailing of bereft nor orphan's cry

10. Therein is honey, milk, wine
And wheat on erect stems

11. There are palms with loose clusters amid
Whose roots are fresh ripe dates

12. And apples, pomegranates, figs
And cool, sweet, untainted water

13. And the flesh of fowl and sea food
That they relished and passed by in life

14. And wide-eyed houris whom the sun has not touched
Of perfect beauty and great serenity

15. Gentle ones amid pavilions out of sight
They are rubies and the men are pearls

16. On outspread carpets reclining
Behold, then, comfort and pleasure!

17. Over them are brocades and garments of silk
Embroidered with gold wherein are gems

18. And they are adorned with bracelets of silver
And gold and cups generously brimmed

19. No idle talk therein or blame
No duping, no sorrow felt

20. A cup that does not smash when drunk from
Its beauty delights the boon companion

21. Poured in goblets of silver
And gold, auspiciously marked

22. When they attain their goal
Their fast is broken, and vows fall away

23. The supererogatory gifts of God are granted them
And quotas come to an end

24. Beneath them are carpets of silk
And none seen in them is miserable

25. Peace in every bright morn, our Lord
Far be You from any flaw

26. Your servants err, but You, Lord
In Your hands are the ends and deaths

27. On the morrow, one says to another
Would that your mothers were barren!

28. So Hell come not near the innocent
Nor Eden to one steeped in sins

29. The innocent soul has no people
But the evildoer is blamed

30. Consider your Lord's work without doubt
With your eye, how the stars differ

31. They move not alike, controlled
As birds fly but do not wander

32. Steeds in the day unseen
And by night their course revealed

33. He set their courses in haste
As He anchored mountains without pillars

34. How often in bounteous years we were
While time ahead is lean and harsh

35. And naught remains with the young
But a wailing mother, bereaved

36. She passes the night weeping over him
As the ground dove moans in the dust

37. You turned from every rising
Wishing that you were barren!

38. Oh, woe to them from the heat of fire
Like the scream of forty bellowing

39. They dispute not the bit of idolatry
Nor people's quotas shared among them

40. No tribe is snubbed for food
Nor servant, nor pauper there