The Day Angel Israfil blows
the trumpet of light
The day full of astonishing sight

Everything trembled
by the fright of Allah’s might
Blazing fire holding the
fierce heat intensely tight
With the Garden of Paradise
drawn extremely nigh

The Day the trumpet is blown to smile or frown
For the graves to be turned upside down
For the burden of the Earth to be spat out

The Day the trumpet is blown
the day to mark
The Sun folding up and Moon
vanished into the dark
Both joined together in the Cleaving
and Quaking Park

With the sky cleft asunder
Making the stars loose their luster
When they seem to be scattered...