يَوْمَ يُنفَخُ فِى ٱلصُّورِ ۚ وَنَحْشُرُ ٱلْمُجْرِمِينَ يَوْمَئِذٍ زُرْقًا
Yawma yunfakhu fissoori wa nahshurul mujrimeena Yawma 'izin zurqaa
When the trumpet is sounded and We gather the sinful, sightless,
On the day the trumpet is blown, we will gather the guilty, their eyes glazed blue with terror,