As I keep watching, the few days of my life are passing by.
I keep thinking every moment, how will I repay this extraordinary debt?
For what purpose did You send me, O Lord!
And look what nonsense I’m doing instead.
You wanted Your remembrance to dwell upon my tongue,
But I’m busy learning the tables of profit and loss.
We have become ungrateful by nature,
We think youth exists only for earning and pleasure.
“God’s name, good deeds I’ll do those in old age,” we say,
Forgetting, caught in worldly greed, trapped in sin’s web each day.
Forgetting, Malakul Mawt seeks neither young nor old,
He comes unannounced, in any time untold.
In coming to life there’s an order in turn,
But in leaving it no order, a sudden call may burn.
I’ve seen in childhood myself,
My grandfather depart before his father’s father.
Yet what delusion makes me believe,
I’ll grow old first, then do my deeds for the Hereafter?
Even false belief should have its measure.
The epitaph of a friend my age has faded from his grave,
Yet I still think, “From tomorrow I’ll call upon my Lord.”
That thought itself is Satan’s deceitful cave.
Tomorrow is but another name for illusion,
If not begun today, tomorrow will never come in any dimension.
O my soul! Accept it now at least,
Accept that the hour of death lies beyond your reason.
From today, earn for your Hereafter in your Lord’s name,
O my heart, make this vow with firm determination and truth.