By the snorting charge
Which strike sparks of fire with their hoofs
Making raids at dawn
And raising clouds of dust thereby
And thus penetrate into the centre of the enemy ranks
Surely, man is ungrateful to his Lord
And, surely, he bears witness to it by his conduct
And, surely, he is passionate in his love for wealth
Does not such a one know that when those in the graves are raised
And that which is hidden in the breasts is brought forth
Surely, their Lord will, on that day, be fully Aware of them