أَلا قُلْ لِقَوْمٍ شَامِتِينَ تَرَبَّصوا

أَلا قُلْ لِقَوْمٍ شَامِتِينَ تَرَبَّصوا

تَهَزُّمَ شَرٍّ بِالْمَنِيَّة كارِثِ

تَهَزُّمَ شَرٍّ بِالْمَنِيَّة كارِثِ

Hark—tell a gloating people: await

Hark, tell the gloating people: await

the crushing assault of a calamitous evil, bringing death.

The rumbling of a ruinous, death-dealing evil.

أَرَى سِتْرَ خَطْبٍ قَدْ تَرَفَّعَ وانْبَرَتْ

أَرَى سِتْرَ خَطْبٍ قَدْ تَرَفَّعَ وانْبَرَتْ

تَلُوحُ لَهُمْ مِنْهُ وُجُوهُ الْحَوادِثِ

تَلُوحُ لَهُمْ مِنْهُ وُجُوهُ الْحَوادِثِ

I see the veil over a dire affair has risen; and there emerge,

I see a calamity’s veil already lifted, and there have emerged

looming before them from beyond it, the faces of calamities.

The faces of disasters, looming before them from it.