Discard greed and temptations, forget your travels to near and far;
The bandit of death is blowing his trumpet and indulging in looting day and night;
Why are you roaming from place to place with all your paraphernalia;
Not even a twig will eventually go with you when your death arrives;
Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back;
Do not feel proud of your swords and shields;
They will abandon you on seeing the spear of death;
Alone in a desert would you then eat the dust of the grave;
In that desert, indeed Nazeer, not even an insect would care to visit you;
Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back.
pure remembrance of the death angel- not even an insect would care to visit you; Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back.//// /// vain, vain every lane villein the world ashes of heaven is here pearl death angel Azrael will must come all colorful activeness will be sudden dumb ....... //// beautiful observation on life and death
Not even a twig will eventually go with you when your death arrives; ........so true. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.
So sad but we all will receive that call, when the angel of death loads us on his back.
Your riches and grand life style are all left behind when the angel of death loads you on his back.This is amazingly so realistic. This is a warning to people who think that they are above everyone and everything. I like this prose, this poem.
Death is ultimate and no one can escape it, we all know this truth yet we keep our eyes closed towards it. A thoughtful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great write by Nazeer Akbarabadi.....................