In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful
I swear by the Day of Resurrection
And I swear by the blaming soul
Does man think that We will not reassemble his bones?
Yes indeed; We are Able to reconstruct his fingertips
But man wants to deny what is ahead of him
He asks, “When is the Day of Resurrection?”
When vision is dazzled
And the moon is eclipsed
And the sun and the moon are joined together
On that Day, man will say, “Where is the escape?”
No indeed! There is no refuge
To your Lord on that Day is the settlement
On that Day man will be informed of everything he put forward, and everything he left behind
And man will be evidence against himself
Even as he presents his excuses
Do not wag your tongue with it, to hurry on with it
Upon Us is its collection and its recitation
Then, when We have recited it, follow its recitation
Then upon Us is its explanation
Alas, you love the fleeting life
And you disregard the Hereafter
Faces on that Day will be radiant
Looking towards their Lord
And faces on that Day will be gloomy
Realizing that a back-breaker has befallen them
Indeed, when it has reached the breast-bones
And it is said, “Who is the healer?”
And He realizes that it is the parting
And leg is entwined with leg
To your Lord on that Day is the drive
He neither believed nor prayed
But he denied and turned away
Then he went to his family, full of pride
Woe to you; and woe
Then again: Woe to you; and woe
Does man think that he will be left without purpose?
Was he not a drop of ejaculated semen?
Then he became a clot
And He created and proportioned?
And made of him the two sexes, the male and the female?
Is He not Able to revive the dead?