Di hati tetap berlainan, Walau nafsu tamak dengan dunia, Namun hati tetap inginkan keimanan. Di dalam hati setiap insan, Terputiknya cahaya sinar berseri, Yang menyinari segala kegelapan, Yang bersinar di dalam hati. Di sudut hati setiap insan, Terputiknya sebuah perasaan, Yang sering mendampa kasih sayang, Sebuah kasih sayang dari Tuhan. Namun, insan yang bersifat tidak sempurna, Tidak terlepas dari membuat dosa-dosa, Tidak lepas meminta keampunan dari Yang Esa, Tidak putus mengharapkan keredhaan-Nya. Namun, insan sentiasa dihasut dan digoda, Oleh musuh manusia yang benar lagi nyata, Mereka bermati-matian menarik insan ke neraka, Itulah Syaitan dan Iblis berserta nekad mereka. © Lady Viper  Speech of the Poet. 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, 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 Ramadhan came and a Ramadhan 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 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 offsprings, 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, 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 or heaven, on your deeds depends. Speech of the Poet.  |
Listen to the words of the Poet, Look beneath the words spoken, For it contains secrets which none know, Except for those who truly understands. |