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78:1  What are they asking one another about
78:2  About the Great Event
78:3  About which they disagree
78:4  Surely, they will find out
78:5  Most certainly, they will find out
78:6  Did We not make the earth a cradle
78:7  And the mountains pegs
78:8  And created you in pairs
78:9  And made your sleep for rest
78:10  And made the night a cover
78:11  And made the day for livelihood
78:12  And built above you seven strong ones
78:13  And placed a blazing lamp
78:14  And brought down from the clouds pouring water
78:15  To produce with it grains and vegetation
78:16  And luxuriant gardens
78:17  The Day of Sorting has been appointed
78:18  The Day when the Trumpet is blown, and you will come in droves
78:19  And the sky is opened up, and becomes gateways
78:20  And the mountains are set in motion, and become a mirage
78:21  Hell is lying in ambush
78:22  For the oppressors, a destination
78:23  Where they will remain for eons
78:24  They will taste therein neither coolness, nor drink
78:25  Except boiling water, and freezing hail
78:26  A fitting requital
78:27  For they were not anticipating any reckoning
78:28  And they denied Our signs utterly
78:29  But We have enumerated everything in writing
78:30  So taste! We will increase you only in suffering
78:31  But for the righteous there is triumph
78:32  Gardens and vineyards
78:33  And splendid spouses, well matched
78:34  And delicious drinks
78:35  They will hear therein neither gossip, nor lies
78:36  A reward from your Lord, a fitting gift
78:37  Lord of the heavens and the earth, and everything between them—The Most Merciful—none can argue with Him
78:38  On the Day when the Spirit and the angels stand in row. They will not speak, unless it be one permitted by the Most Merciful, and he will say what is right
78:39  That is the Day of Reality. So whoever wills, let him take a way back to his Lord
78:40  We have warned you of a near punishment—the Day when a person will observe what his hands have produced, and the faithless will say, 'O, I wish I were dust.'