I call to witness the day of resurrection
And I call to witness the self-accusing soul
Does the human being think that We cannot assemble his bones
Indeed We are able to put together in perfect order, the very tips of their fingers
But the human being wishes to do wrong in the time in front of him
He questions, “When is the Day of Resurrection?
Then, when the sight is dazed
And the Moon is buried in darkness
And the Sun and Moon are synchronized
That day the human being will say, “Where is the refuge?
By no means is it a place of safety
Before your Lord that day will be the place of rest
That day the human being will be told all that he pushed forward, and all that he keep back
No, the human being will be evidence against himself
Even though he were to put forth his excuses
Move not your tongue to hasten it
It is for Us to collect it and to recite it
But when We have recited it, follow its recital
And indeed it is upon Us to explain it
No, but you love the fleeting life
And forget the hereafter
Some faces that day will beam
Looking towards their Lord
And some faces that day will be sad and dismal
In the thought that some backbreaking calamity was about to be inflicted on them
Yes, when it reaches to the collarbone
And there will be a cry, “Is this an illusion?
And he will conclude that it was the time of parting
And one leg will be joined with another
That day all will strive to your Lord
So he gave nothing in charity, nor did he pray
Instead he rejected truth and turned away
Then he went to his family conceited
Woe to you, yes woe
Again, woe to you, yes, woe
Does the human being think that he will be left uncontrollable
Were they not a zygote from sperm emitted
Then did they become a leech-like fetus, then God made and fashion them in due proportion
And of them He made two genders, male and female
Then does He not have the power to give life to the dead