Oh dear son of Adam, when your time is finally up
It is called upon, not a second less but on time, sharp
Be it in the rough sea or a warring agony
Or simply lying on bed as if awaiting destiny
For every soul that breathes and lives
Will one day resort to his final resting place
Shrouded with richness, basking in great wealth
Frolicking with every penny in loudness and in stealth
Heaven on earth as we call it, is indeed a test
To either bring contentment or doom in the next quest
For worldly beings and things are meaningless six feet under
Unless we are not wasteful, pay due zaqah and generous to the poor
Never walk on earth cloaked in arrogance and hostility
Lest we invoke wrath and displeasure of the Almighty
For every deed is reckoned with on the Day of Accountability
Instead, subservience to Allah with all humility and sincerity
Kindness to other souls, advocates good deeds and honesty
Ultimately their abodes will bedecked with everything nice and glittery
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