Then he looked.
Then he frowned and whined.
Then he turned back and was proud.
And said, "This is nothing but magic from the past.
This is nothing but the word of a mortal."
I will roast him in Saqar.
But what will explain to you what Saqar is?
It neither leaves, nor spares.
It scorches the flesh.
Over it are Nineteen.
