I swear by the angels who violently pull out the souls of the wicked
And by those who gently draw out the souls of the blessed
And by those who float in space
Then those who are foremost going ahead
Then those who regulate the affair.
The day on which the quaking one shall quake
What must happen afterwards shall follow it.
Hearts on that day shall palpitate
They say: Shall we indeed be restored to (our) first state?