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Published on 23rd Ramadhan, 1423.

The Poem Of Death

by Unknown, Submitted by A.G.Karim

It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door,
Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I'm Azrael, Let me come inside.

At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Don't let him take away my life.

Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet.
My family depends on me,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!

The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain,
It's your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desire.

Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I'm so afraid to die,
I'll give you gold and be your slave,
Don't send me to the unlit grave.

Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,  
Open the door; get up from your bed,  
If you do not allow me in,  
I will walk through it, like a Jinn.

The man held a gun in his right hand,  
Ready to defy the Angel's stand.  
I'll point my gun, towards your head,  
You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.

By now the Angel was in the room,  
Saying O Friend! Prepare for your doom.  
Foolish man, Angels never die,  
Put down your gun and do not sigh.

Why are you afraid! Tell me O man,  
To die according to Allah's plan?  
Come smile at me, do not be grim,  
Be Happy to return to Him.

O Angel! I bow my head in shame,  
I had no time to take Allah's Name.  
From morning till dusk, I made my wealth,  
Not even caring for my health.

Allah's command I never obeyed,  
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.  
A Ramadhan came and a Ramadan went,  
But no time had I to repent.

The Hajj was already fard on me,  
But I would not part with my money.  
All charities I did ignore,  
Taking usury more and more.

Sometimes I sipped my favourite wine,  
With flirting women I sat to dine.  
O Angel! I appeal to you,  
Spare my life for a year or two.

The Laws of Quraan I will obey,  
I'll begin Salat this very day.  
My Fast and Hajj, I will complete,  
And keep away from self conceit.

I will refrain from usury,  
And give all my wealth to charity,  
Wine and wenches I will detest,  
Allah's oneness I will attest.

We Angels do what Allah demands,  
We cannot go against His commands.  
Death is ordained for everyone,  
Father, mother, daughter or son.

I'm afraid this moment is your last,  
Now be reminded, of your past,  
I do understand your fears,  
But it is now too late for tears.

You lived in this world, two score and more,  
Never did you, your people adore.  
Your parents, you did not obey,  
Hungry beggars, you turned away.

Your two ill-gotten, female offspring's,  
In night clubs, for livelihood they sing.  
Instead of making more Muslims,  
You made your children non-Muslims.

You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,  
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.  
Breaking promises all your life,  
Backbiting friends, and causing strife.

From hoarded goods, great profits you made,  
And your poor workers, you underpaid.  
Horses and cards were your leisure,  
Money making was your pleasure.

You ate vitamins and grew more fat,  
With the very sick, you never sat.  
A pint of blood you never gave,  
Which could a little baby save.

O Human, you have done enough wrong,  
You bought good properties for a song.  
When the farmers appealed to you,  
You did not have mercy, this is true.

Paradise for you? I cannot tell,  
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.  
There is no time for you to repent,  
I'll take your soul for which I am sent.

The ending however, is very sad,  
Eventually the man got very mad,  
With a cry, he jumped out of bed,  
And suddenly, he fell down dead.

O Reader! Take moral from here, 
you never know, your end may be near 
change your living and make amends 
for heaven, on your deeds depends.  

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