This will be the last of me
My body will be the earth beneath thy feet
My soul will hopefully be with thee, if not I pray
Allah gives me a seat or bed in heaven to rest my weary body
My riches that I acquired in life will be divided by three
My throne will be conquered, my queen will eventually remarry, and my spoken word will be forgotten
But what I wrote will be permanent, for it will be engraved in the clouds for every one to interpret the meaning of me
My love our love entwined with care, lust, and trust
Will eventually fade from your memories and thoughts
And just like the ashes from a old man hour glass we too will fade
Until everything and nothing remain our hour glass will be left to tell time tales
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem