By the sky and at-Tariq
But what will let you know what at-Tariq is
The Piercing Star
There is no soul without a Protector over it
Let man consider what he was created from
He was created from gushing liquid
Issuing from between the backbone and the breastbones
He is certainly able to return him
On the Day when the secrets are disclosed
He will have no strength, and no supporter
By the sky that returns
And the earth that cracks open
It is a Decisive Word
It is no joke
They plot and scheme
But I plot and scheme
Therefore, give the blasphemers respite, a brief respite