Generally Accepted Translations of the Meaning
Muhammad Asad
And that cry of theirs did not cease until We caused them to become [like] a field mown down, still and silent as ashes
M. M. Pickthall
And this their crying ceased not till We made them as reaped corn, extinct
Yusuf Ali (Saudi Rev. 1985)
And that cry of theirs ceased not, till We made them as a field that is mown, as ashes silent and quenched
The Clear Quran, Dr. Mustafa Khattab
They kept repeating their cry until We mowed them down, ˹leaving them˺ lifeless.
Safi Kaskas
And that cry of theirs did not cease until We made them like stubble, silent and still
Wahiduddin Khan
and this they kept repeating until We caused them to become like a field mowed down, and reduced to ashes
Shakir
And this ceased not to be their cry till We made them cut off, extinct
Dr. Laleh Bakhtiar
Then, truly, they ceased not calling that out until We made them as stubble, ones silent and stilled.
T.B.Irving
Such an appeal as theirs will never cease until We leave them withered away like a crop in need of harvesting.
Abdul Hye
And then their cry did not cease till We made them as a field that was reaped (all dead).
The Study Quran
And that did not cease to be their cry, till We made them a mown field, stilled
Talal Itani & AI (2024)
This cry of theirs continued until We made them like harvested crops, extinguished.
Talal Itani (2012)
This continued to be their cry, until We made them silent ashes
Dr. Kamal Omar
And that cry of theirs ceased not, till We made them as (a field) mowed down, reduced to ashes
They kept on repeating that statement till We mowed them down, leaving no spark of life in them
Muhammad Mahmoud Ghali
So that their (unjust) plea did not cease until We made them a harvest mown down
Muhammad Sarwar
Such was what they continued to say until We mowed them down and made them completely extinct
Muhammad Taqi Usmani
Then, this continued to be their cry till We turned them into stubble, totally extinguished
Shabbir Ahmed
And that cry of theirs did not cease until We made them as a field mown down, as silent as ashes. (36:28)
Dr. Munir Munshey
They kept saying that right until We turned them into the plucked out harvest
Syed Vickar Ahamed
And that cry of theirs did not stop, until We made them like a field to be cut (down) likes ashes silent and put out
And that declaration of theirs did not cease until We made them [as] a harvest [mowed down], extinguished [like a fire]
[The Monotheist Group] (2011 Edition)
So that remained as their cry until We took them all, and they became still
Abdel Haleem
and that cry of theirs did not cease until We made them burnt-offstubble
Abdul Majid Daryabadi
And this ceased not to be their cry until We made them a harvestreaped, extinguished
Ahmed Ali
And this remained their lament till We mowed them down and made them extinct
Aisha Bewley
That cry of theirs went on until We made them stubble, silent, stamped out.
Ali Ünal
That cry of theirs did not cease until We made them like reaped corn, and a heap of ashes
Ali Quli Qara'i
That remained their cry until We turned them into a mown field, stilled [like burnt ashes]
Hamid S. Aziz
And that ceased not to be their cry until We made them like mown down fields, extinct (or as smouldering ashes)
Ali Bakhtiari Nejad
And that their calling did not stop until We made them extinct as a mowed-down field.
A.L. Bilal Muhammad et al (2018)
And that cry of theirs ceased not, until We made them as a mown field, or as ashes silenced
Musharraf Hussain
They screamed till We made them like dried up stubble.
Maududi
They did not cease to cry this until We reduced them to stubble, still and silent
[The Monotheist Group] (2013 Edition)
So that remained their cry until We took them all, and they became still.
Mohammad Shafi
And this cry of theirs continued till We made them like smouldering harvested field
Controversial or status undetermined works
Ahmed Raza Khan (Barelvi)
Then they remained crying so, till We made them cut off, extinguished.
This continued to be their proclamation, until we completely wiped them out.
Hasan Al-Fatih Qaribullah
And this they did not stop crying out until We made them stubble, silent, and still
Maulana Muhammad Ali
And this cry of theirs ceased not till We made them cut off, extinct
Muhammad Ahmed & Samira
So it was still/continuing that it (was) their call/prayer until We made them uprooted (and) silent/dead
Bijan Moeinian
They were repeating the same phrase again and again while I was whipping them out of the face of the earth
Faridul Haque
So they kept saying this until We made them cut off, extinguished
Sher Ali
And this ceased not to be their cry till WE made them like a mown down field, extinct
Dr. Mohammad Tahir-ul-Qadri
So this is what they always bewailed till We made them like a reaped field (and a heap) of extinguished fire
Amatul Rahman Omar
Then they continued repeating this cry of theirs, till We made them (like) mown down field (and extinguished their spark of life leaving them like) smouldering ashes
Muhsin Khan & Muhammad al-Hilali
And that cry of theirs ceased not, till We made them as a field that is reaped, extinct (dead)
New, Partial, or In Progress Translations
Fode Drame
And that never ceased to be their cry until We made them like a harvested field, utterly lifeless.
Munir Mezyed
That cry of theirs didn’t cease until We made them like a reaped crop, silent and still.
Sahib Mustaqim Bleher
And this call of theirs did not stop until We cut them down completely.
Fadel Soliman, Bridges‘ Translation
Thus this continued to be their cry until We made them extinguished ashes.
Linda “iLHam” Barto
Their cry did not end until We made them like extinct crops.
Irving & Mohamed Hegab
Such an appeal as theirs will never cease until We leave them withered away like a crop in need of harvesting.
Samy Mahdy
So, this is still their calling, until We set them up as inactive
Sayyid Qutb
And that cry of theirs did not cease until We caused them to become like a field mown down, still and silent as ashes.
Thomas Cleary
And that did not cease to be their cry until We mowed them down, reduced to dead ashes.
Ahmed Hulusi
And they continued to argue... Until We turned them into mowed crop and extinguished fire.
Sayyed Abbas Sadr-Ameli
And this their crying ceased not till We made them as reaped corn, extinct
They kept bewailing their misfortune until We reduced them to a useless form like reaped field of corn
Mir Aneesuddin
They said, "Sorrowful is our state, we were certainly unjust."
The Wise Quran
And that ceased not to be their cry until We made them mown down, smouldering out.