When the sky is peeled away.
When the Fire is set ablaze.
When Paradise is brought near.
Each soul will know what it has readied.
I swear by the galaxies.
Precisely running their courses.
And by the night as it recedes.
And by the morn as it breathes.
This is the speech of a noble messenger.
Endowed with power, eminent with the Lord of the Throne.
