By those [angels] who extract with violence

And [by] those who remove with ease

And [by] those who glide [as if] swimming

And those who race each other in a race

And those who arrange [each] matter,

On the Day the blast [of the Horn] will convulse [creation],

There will follow it the subsequent [one].

Hearts, that Day, will tremble,

Their eyes humbled.

They are [presently] saying, "Will we indeed be returned to [our] former state [of life]?