Roses
Abu Thar Al-Halwaji
(O Allah!) Who is in a worse situation
than me?
If I am, in this condition, transferred
to the grave, I will not be able to relax and rest as I have not spun
the carpet of good deeds to spread out there. Why should I not cry?
Where am I heading to?
I find myself reduced. Ups and downs of
life put me in disorder and confusion, and left me in a lurch. The wings
of death flutter over me and give a tap on my back. So how could I stop
tears?
I am sad on account of my departing
soul.
I cry in fear of the darkness of the
grave.
I cry in dread of the narrowing walls
insout the dugout hole.
I cry in awe of the questioning of
Munkar and Nakeer would direct of me.
I cry over my plight when I will come
out naked, in shame, from my grave, loaded with burden on my back.
I will turn my eyes to my right, I will
glance at my left. Behold! Everybody, lost in his own thoughts, will pay
no attention to anyone |