And that cry of theirs ceased not, till We made them as a field that is mown, as ashes silent and quenched.

It was no more than a single mighty Blast, and behold! they were (like ashes) quenched and silent.

那句话，将要常为他们的哀号，直到我使他们变成谷茬和死灰。

才听见一声呐喊，他们就灭亡了。