10 - Abū Bakr narrated to us, he said: When some of the wise preachers would narrate this hadith, they would say: I knew that the delight of their hearing in the chambers of Eden is perpetuated by the melody of joy, and the enjoyment of their eyes by looking at the beauty of the chrysolite pavilions amidst the blossoms of the gardens of delight. If you were to imagine the binding of the coral beds to the blowing of the winds of its thickets, a realm of the sprinkling of the particles of the seeping clouds in the palaces of the kingdom with the trellises of its tents, you would know that the people have settled in the midst of the bliss of a kingdom whose permanence is not altered by the cycles of events. How blessed is the hearing of its inhabitants who comprehended from God, Mighty and Majestic, that: "O people of Paradise, it is time for you to be healthy and never fall ill, to remain young and never grow old, to live and never die, and to enjoy bliss and never suffer misery." That is His statement, Exalted is He: {And it will be proclaimed to them: "This is Paradise, which you have been made to inherit for what you used to do."} Look at the face of a king, the heralds of beauty in the lines of his cheek when he heard therein and settled in the spring of comfort, until the pulpits of light glowed with him at the summit in the steps of its upper chambers, and when upon the couches of rubies. And he looked at the cushions of the lined-up pillows before him, and the splendor of a luster that makes the beholder smile at the sparkling of its beauty towards him. Then he raised his head, and behold, a ceiling of pearl whose gleaming light almost snatches away his sight. Rather, how his eyes were adorned with kohl by looking at a dwelling whose foundation is built of boulders of pearls, slabs of silver, and ingots of pure gold, were it not for the power of subjugation that proceeded with safety from any disliked thing of the vicissitudes of time. Those are within the honor of the praised dwelling, enjoying the cool figures in the domes of eternity. O people of Paradise, how excellent is the name of an abode where you have occupied the beds of its upper chambers, and how delightful are its views, and how comforting to the eyes of its inhabitants, and how everlasting is the joy of the one whose pavilions are upholstered with the embroidery of its cushions and the splendor of its carpets. Enjoy bliss, for it is Paradise in which you have set down your saddlebags to preserve a comfort to which fading can never find its way.