No transgressing is in my soul,
My arms are like peace,
But they fear God within my neck.
The Deity is omnipotent,
The Deity bespoke the word 'Be! '
And it was creation in six days.
No terrors tremble in this heart of mine,
For glories shine and pure faith
Has shimmered,
On this earth there is no room for Death -
Life undying causes other life
Here and in the Hereafter.
The day is done,
The dim heart sets into the sky
To surely die in this setting.
Celestial clamours roar into ears,
Fate roars the displeasure,
Death can happen without a tear.
Happiness still appears. I don't know
The dreary course of human activity.
Rumour of the heavens holds that the days
Are done, once they have dozed off.
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