By the sky and the night comer.
And what will make you know what the night comer is?
The star with piercing brightness.
Every soul not except over it is a guardian.
So let man look at what he is created from.
He is created from water poured forth,
It comes forth from between the loin and the chests.
Indeed, He, on returning him, is surely able.
On the day the secrets will be tested,
Then he shall have no strength nor helper.
By the heaven, the possessor of the returning.
By the earth, the possessor of the splitting.
Indeed, it is surely a distinguishing speech,
And it is no joke.
Indeed they, they plot a plot,
And I plot a plot.
So give respite to the disbelievers, give them gentle respite.