قد استنزلت من خلل السحاب

قد استنزلت من خلل السحاب

صواعق ساقها سوط العذاب

صواعق ساقها سوط العذاب

I have called down through the gaps in the clouds

I see the radiant lightnings through the clouds descending,

Thunderbolts driven by the scourge of torment.

Whipped to fury by torment's pitiless goad,

ومن برق السما لاقاه رجم

ومن برق السما لاقاه رجم

يعيده رغم أنفه للتراب

يعيده رغم أنفه للتراب

And a barrage of lightning from the sky struck him,

And from heaven's sublime and majestic lightning

Sending him back, against his will, to the dust.

Stones of chastisement hurl'd on the wicked's abode,

فقم يا أيها المقبور قدم

فقم يا أيها المقبور قدم

حسابك إنه يوم الحساب

حسابك إنه يوم الحساب

So rise, O buried one; present

Then arise, oh thou buried in slumber profound!

Your account—it is the Day of Reckoning.

Awaken! the hour of account is at hand,

ولست بنافخ في الصور لكن

ولست بنافخ في الصور لكن

ضربناه مثالا للعقاب

ضربناه مثالا للعقاب

And I am not blowing into the Trumpet, but

Not by me shall the trump be blown to confound thee,

We have set it forth as an example of punishment.

I cite but the law by supreme command.