There wait on them immortal youths

With bowls and ewers and a cup from a pure spring

Wherefrom they get no aching of the head nor any madness

And fruit that they prefer

And flesh of fowls that they desire

And (there are) fair ones with wide, lovely eyes

Like unto hidden pearls

Reward for what they used to do

There hear they no vain speaking nor recrimination

(Naught) but the saying: Peace, (and again) Peace

And those on the right hand; what of those on the right hand

Among thornless lote-trees

And clustered plantains

And spreading shade

And water gushing

And fruit in plenty

Neither out of reach nor yet forbidden

And raised couches

Lo! We have created them a (new) creation

And made them virgins

Lovers, friends

For those on the right hand

A multitude of those of old

And a multitude of those of later time

And those on the left hand: What of those on the left hand

In scorching wind and scalding water

And shadow of black smoke

Neither cool nor refreshing

Lo! heretofore they were effete with luxury

And used to persist in the awful sin

And they used to say: When we are dead and have become dust and bones, shall we then, forsooth, be raised again

And also our forefathers

Say (unto them, O Muhammad): Lo! those of old and those of later time

Will all be brought together to the tryst of an appointed day