mohammad
01-08-2005, 06:03 PM
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It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked upon a bedroom door
Who is there? The sleeping one cried
I'm Malkul Mawt, let me 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 on me depends
Give me a chance, O please prepense
The angel knocked again and again
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain
Tis 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 you 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 Ramadan 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 favorite 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 Quran 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
In nightclubs, 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
Moneymaking 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, tis 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 became 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
If this poem inspires you
It can help someone too
((منقول))
It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked upon a bedroom door
Who is there? The sleeping one cried
I'm Malkul Mawt, let me 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 on me depends
Give me a chance, O please prepense
The angel knocked again and again
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain
Tis 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 you 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 Ramadan 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 favorite 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 Quran 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
In nightclubs, 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
Moneymaking 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, tis 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 became 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
If this poem inspires you
It can help someone too
((منقول))