By the racers, panting

And the producers of sparks [when] striking

And the chargers at dawn

Stirring up thereby [clouds of] dust

Arriving thereby in the center collectively

Indeed mankind, to his Lord, is ungrateful

And indeed, he is to that a witness

And indeed he is, in love of wealth, intense

But does he not know that when the contents of the graves are scattered

And that within the breasts is obtained

Indeed, their Lord with them, that Day, is [fully] Acquainted