Abdullah Yusuf Ali: And that cry of theirs ceased not, till We made them as a field that is mown, as ashes silent and quenched.
M.Pickthall: And this their crying ceased not till We made them as reaped corn, extinct.
Amatul Rahmân Omer: Then they continued repeating this cry of theirs, till We made them (like) mown down field (and extinguished their spark of life leaving them like) smouldering ashes.
