I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Merciful and the Giver.
Abundance of goods blindfolds you
Until you come to the graves
O yea! what you are thinking is not true
O sure! what you are thinking is not true
If you had the knowledge of the faith
You could see the inferno
You will see it with your own eyes later
Then you will be questioned about God's favor.
Reminds me somewhat of Wordsworth's 'The World is Too Much with Us'. A fine translation of a beautiful excerpt.Read my poem 'Inferno'.It was quite an experience.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
abundance is everywhere..it is yet to decide in it if we are chosen or condemned..Allahs significance will lie here...