Sulaiman Harun
27-12-06, 05:48 PM
Death
"If you are put in charge of some people one night,
Know that you will subsequently be responsible.
If you carry a person to his grave,
Know that one day you too will be carried."
"Suppose that worldly joys come to you easily,
Will you not eventually depart from them?
Your life in this world is like shade
That covers you briefly, then disappears."
"...The one who remembers death should turn back to Allah.
There is no moment of your life
When death is not watching and waiting
Everyday it aims an arrow at you
If it misses you one day, soon it will hit you"
Will I wake up?
As the night settles in,
The body yearns for sleep.
I lay in my bed,
Gazing at the roof,
Letting my thoughts wonder endlessly…
Will I wake up a believer, or a disbeliever?
Will I wake up?
Count my deeds! Count my deeds!
What deeds?
Count my sins! Count my sins!
O those sins!
I still have time.
Ask for forgiveness! Ask for forgiveness!
I whisper the shahadah over and over like a madman.
The warmth of my blanket beckons me to sleep,
My wondering thoughts become more distant,
The eyes give in,
And I know not if I will wake up….
"If you are put in charge of some people one night,
Know that you will subsequently be responsible.
If you carry a person to his grave,
Know that one day you too will be carried."
"Suppose that worldly joys come to you easily,
Will you not eventually depart from them?
Your life in this world is like shade
That covers you briefly, then disappears."
"...The one who remembers death should turn back to Allah.
There is no moment of your life
When death is not watching and waiting
Everyday it aims an arrow at you
If it misses you one day, soon it will hit you"
Will I wake up?
As the night settles in,
The body yearns for sleep.
I lay in my bed,
Gazing at the roof,
Letting my thoughts wonder endlessly…
Will I wake up a believer, or a disbeliever?
Will I wake up?
Count my deeds! Count my deeds!
What deeds?
Count my sins! Count my sins!
O those sins!
I still have time.
Ask for forgiveness! Ask for forgiveness!
I whisper the shahadah over and over like a madman.
The warmth of my blanket beckons me to sleep,
My wondering thoughts become more distant,
The eyes give in,
And I know not if I will wake up….