70. Mearixh · verses 8–10

يَوۡمَ تَكُونُ ٱلسَّمَآءُ كَٱلۡمُهۡلِ

Yawma takoonu alssamao kaalmuhli

The Day that the sky will be like molten brass,

وَتَكُونُ ٱلۡجِبَالُ كَٱلۡعِهۡنِ

Watakoonu aljibalu kaalAAihni

And the mountains will be like wool,

وَلَا يَسۡـَٔلُ حَمِيمٌ حَمِيمٗا

Wala yasalu hameemun hameeman

And no friend will ask after a friend,