Do not we always deny the Earth just a stopover for a few days?
Indeed, Heaven is the most beautiful home that Almighty prepared for us
Inside, the occupants who love each other; there was no envy or hate
They always speak words soothing
Heaven is an undeniable pleasure.
There is no heat troublesome. Nothing alarming hunger
Look, we are. We're just a pedestrian on the way back home
Allah has prepared roadbook so we do not get the wrong direction
Turning to Hell, the house of Satan, the accursed by Him
The house was extremely hot, full of misery
While the inhabitants earn the anger of the Almighty
And both are Heaven and Hell, always waiting for the good news of the Angel of Death
Faithfully waiting when the owners return..
Indeed, Heaven is the home of the future promised by God to us
Then, hell..? Certainly not a decent place for us back home
Once we know that the Earth is only a temporary stopover
And the world is not our home
(Which house would you missed on the way home?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem