When my essence is derived by My Almighty,
The existence emerges beyond count as I
Launch into unknown territory and forget who I am.
Where is God's reasoning now that He has created me?
Why do I speak for my soul that encases the celebration?
Is my fountain of disbelief too tall or too small?
My soul is my soul, of the world and all its roles that play
According to the rule; we watch body after body dragged
Upon the dirt and clay, fixing stars of mistrust in the heart.
Let then the coffin define a new splendour for the rules
Of the hereafter, a unique mixture of laws pertaining to it,
Like the laws of the cosmos but mightier than itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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