In the Name of Allah Most Kind Most Merciful
Between pillars tall, stands a me unknown
Gazing at the fountain (steps away), a tear leaves the eye,
Clearing dust (on mosaic beneath)
Creak open doors far yonder
Fields of lush green, fruits in colours citrus
As glides a me unknown
Meandering with the river, the wind in my face
Dives like a kingfisher and soars out (through rays of early sunlight)
I dream of stars and miles in endless space
Planets in orbit, stardust, and light
Meteors and comets speeding from space to earth ablaze
Causing formations, a pleasure to the worthy eye
Life, will end now or then, and shall creak open the doors far yonder
Doors to ultimate bliss, and lay I intoxicated
In the kingdom of my Beloved
The shuttering of pigeon wings at my windowsill
They too flew away, and so shall you upon burying me in my grave
The rainbow is in my garden far yonder, I dream of endless gain
The day come my Lord when You reveal to this poor man the secrets which lie with You
“No soul knoweth what is kept hid for them of joy, as a reward for what they used to do.” (Qur’aan 32:17)
When You teach Him that which You taught those nearest to You
My fore is in Your hands my Lord, You take life whenever You will,
Allow me to die as one whom You are well pleased with.
Someone to welcome me home…
Ah! Who better a host than Ar-Rahman?
Between pillars tall, stands a me unknown
Gazing at the fountain (steps away), a tear leaves the eye,
Clearing dust (on mosaic beneath)
Creak open doors far yonder
Fields of lush green, fruits in colours citrus
As glides a me unknown
Meandering with the river, the wind in my face
Dives like a kingfisher and soars out (through rays of early sunlight)
I dream of stars and miles in endless space
Planets in orbit, stardust, and light
Meteors and comets speeding from space to earth ablaze
Causing formations, a pleasure to the worthy eye
Life, will end now or then, and shall creak open the doors far yonder
Doors to ultimate bliss, and lay I intoxicated
In the kingdom of my Beloved
The shuttering of pigeon wings at my windowsill
They too flew away, and so shall you upon burying me in my grave
The rainbow is in my garden far yonder, I dream of endless gain
The day come my Lord when You reveal to this poor man the secrets which lie with You
“No soul knoweth what is kept hid for them of joy, as a reward for what they used to do.” (Qur’aan 32:17)
When You teach Him that which You taught those nearest to You
My fore is in Your hands my Lord, You take life whenever You will,
Allow me to die as one whom You are well pleased with.
Someone to welcome me home…
Ah! Who better a host than Ar-Rahman?
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