I CALL TO WITNESS the Day of Resurrection
And I call the reprehensive soul to witness
Does man think We shall not put his bones together
Surely We are able to reform even his finger-tips
Yet man is sceptical of what is right before him
He asks: "When will the Day of Resurrection be?"
Yet when the eyes are dazzled
The moon eclipsed
And the sun and moon are conjoined
That day man will say: "Where can I find escape?"
Never so, for there will be no escape
With your Lord alone will be the retreat on that day
Then man will be told what he had sent ahead (of good) and what he had left behind
In fact man is a witness against himself
Whatever the excuses he may offer
Do not forestall (the revelation before its completion) by acting in haste
Surely its collection and recitation are Our responsibility
So, as We recite it, follow its reading
The exposition of its meaning surely rests on Us
But no. You love this transient life
And neglect the Hereafter
How many faces will be refulgent on that Day
Waiting for their Lord
And how many faces on that Day will be woe-begon
Fearing that a great disaster is going to befall them
Never so, for when life withdraws into the clavicula
And it is asked: "Is there any reciter of charms and amulets?"
He will then realise it is the parting
And anguish will be heaped upon anguish
To your Lord then will be the driving
For he neither believed nor prayed
But only disavowed and turned away
Then he strutted back to his people
Alas the woe for you, alas
Alas, the woe for you
Does man think that he will be left alone to himself, free
Was he not an emitted drop of semen
Then formed into an embryo? Then He fashioned, shaped and proportione
And assigned it sexes, male and female
Cannot such as He bring the dead to life