مَّثَلُ

ٱلۡجَنَّةِ

ٱلَّتِي

وُعِدَ

ٱلۡمُتَّقُونَۖ

فِيهَآ

أَنۡهَٰرٞ

مِّن

مَّآءٍ

غَيۡرِ

ءَاسِنٖ

وَأَنۡهَٰرٞ

مِّن

لَّبَنٖ

لَّمۡ

يَتَغَيَّرۡ

طَعۡمُهُۥ

وَأَنۡهَٰرٞ

مِّنۡ

خَمۡرٖ

لَّذَّةٖ

لِّلشَّٰرِبِينَ

وَأَنۡهَٰرٞ

مِّنۡ

عَسَلٖ

مُّصَفّٗىۖ

وَلَهُمۡ

فِيهَا

مِن

كُلِّ

ٱلثَّمَرَٰتِ

وَمَغۡفِرَةٞ

مِّن

رَّبِّهِمۡۖ

كَمَنۡ

هُوَ

خَٰلِدٞ

فِي

ٱلنَّارِ

وَسُقُواْ

مَآءً

حَمِيمٗا

فَقَطَّعَ

أَمۡعَآءَهُمۡ

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Here is a picture of the Garden promised to the pious: rivers of water forever pure, rivers of milk forever fresh, rivers of wine, a delight for those who drink, rivers of honey clarified and pure, [all] flow in it; there they will find fruit of every kind; and they will find forgiveness from their Lord. How can this be compared to the fate of those stuck in the Fire, given boiling water to drink that tears their bowels?