By the snorting courses
Striking sparks of fir
And scouring to the raid at dawn
Then, therewith, with their trail of dust
Cleaving, as one, the centre (of the foe)
Lo! man is an ingrate unto his Lor
And lo! he is a witness unto that
And lo! in the love of wealth he is violent
Knoweth he not that, when the contents of the graves are poured fort
And the secrets of the breasts are made known
On that day will their Lord be perfectly informed concerning them