The heavens will be folded up.

The heavens will be rolled up and we will receive our deeds,
and nothing will be there to witness for me save my deeds.
The mountains will float in the air level like the seas.
That day I will receive in hand my deeds.
Heaven and earth will fold up like a scroll.
No pilgrim's word for aid, no friend, just deeds.
To what angels will I give my account?
Who will I pay? Who will demand my deeds?
Will I be in front, blest with Your mercy?
Was that ordained when You, Dear, planned my deeds?
Will I rise to see Your Face in heaven,
On the right, to the heights, and end my deeds?
Will I be cast down, from the left, to hell?
Would You throw me in the fire, damn my deeds?
Bless me, my only Friend! that I strive for You alone.
Bless me, and all with which I stand, my deeds.