In the name of God, the Gracious, the Merciful
By those who snatch violently
And those who remove gently
And those who glide smoothly
And those who race swiftly
And those who regulate events
On the Day when the Quake quakes
And is followed by the Successor
Hearts on that Day will be pounding
Their sights downcast
They say, “Are we to be restored to the original condition?
When we have become hollow bones?”
They say, “This is a losing proposition.”
But it will be only a single nudge
And they will be awake
Has the story of Moses reached you?
When His Lord called out to him in the sacred valley of Tuwa
“Go to Pharaoh-he has transgressed.”
And say, “Do you care to be cleansed?
And I will guide you to your Lord, and you will turn reverent.”
He showed him the Greatest Miracle
But he denied and defied
Then turned his back, and tried
And gathered and proclaimed
He said, “I am your Lord, the most high.”
So God seized him with an exemplary punishment, in the last and in the first
In this is a lesson for whoever fears
Are you more difficult to create, or the heaven?
He constructed it
He raised its masses, and proportioned it
And He dimmed its night, and brought out its daylight
And the earth after that He spread
And from it, He produced its water and its pasture
And the mountains, He anchored
A source of enjoyment for you and for your animals
But when the Great Cataclysm arrives
A Day when man will remember what he has endeavored
And Hell will be displayed to whoever sees
As for him who was defiant
And preferred the life of this world
Then Hell is the shelter
But as for him who feared the Standing of his Lord, and restrained the self from desires
Then Paradise is the shelter
They ask you about the Hour, “When will it take place?”
You have no knowledge of it
To your Lord is its finality
You are just a warner for whoever dreads it
On the Day when they witness it-as though they only stayed an evening, or its morning