وَأَعُوذُ

بِكَ

رَبِّ

أَن

يَحۡضُرُونِ

٩٨

And I seek refuge in You, my Lord, that they ˹even˺ come near me.”

When death approaches any of them, they cry, “My Lord! Let me go back,

so I may do good in what I left behind.” Never! It is only a ˹useless˺ appeal they make. And there is a barrier behind them until the Day they are resurrected.¹ 

Then, when the Trumpet will be blown,¹ there will be no kinship between them on that Day, nor will they ˹even care to˺ ask about one another.² 

As for those whose scale is heavy ˹with good deeds˺, it is they who will be successful.

But those whose scale is light, they will have doomed themselves, staying in Hell forever.

The Fire will burn their faces, leaving them deformed.