I swear by (the war horses) running with panting (breath),
And striking sparks of fire,
Rushing to assault at dawn,
Stirring up waves of dust.
They penetrate in the center collectively.
Most surely man is an impious toward his Lord
And lo! he is a witness to that.
And most surely he is intensely in love with wealth.
Does he not then know that when that which is in the graves is strewn,
And the secrets of hearts are laid bare?
Most certainly, their Lord, on that day, will be Fully Aware of them.