By the (majestic horses) that run with panting (breath)
And strike sparks of fire
And raid (the enemy camp) with force in the morning
And raise the dust in clouds (for) the while
And penetrate straight in the middle (of enemies) in formation—
Truly, man is ungrateful to his (Almighty) Lor
And to that (fact), he bears witness (by his deeds)
And violent is he in his love for wealth
Does he not know— That when whatever is in the graves is thrown about
And whatever (locked up) in (human) breasts is made (clearly) evident—
That their Lord had been well aware of them, (even to) that Day