Behold the river of mercy...
...which flows from Heaven
It flows continuously down...
...and gives life to all the things...
...in the universe...
...never to let them die.
Behold the beauty spread around...
In the universe and your self...
...reflected in the mirrors around;
Do not put it off till tomorrow
For tomorrow you will be old...
...or you might be dead.
Lo, reflect on the ephemeral world;
In the morning your hair is like...
...black soft silk;
In the evening your head will be...
...covered with snow...
...or without any plant of hair.
Let us in the mood of ecstasy...
...always serve the command of Allah;
Let us not waste our time and energy...
...on the frivolous things.
Let us always wish to drink...
...at the spring of al-Kawthar.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem