By the chargers that run panting
Striking sparks of fire
Rushing to make sudden raids at morn
Raising thereby clouds of dust
Storming thereby into a host, cleaving it
Surely human is ungrateful to his Lord
And to this he himself is a sure witness
And most surely he is violent in love of wealth
Does he think he will not come to know when all that is in the graves is raised and brought out
And all that is in the breasts is laid open and made out
Surely their Lord on that Day will be fully aware of them