O Servants Of God, Seize The Hour Poem by Mohammad Younus

O servants of God, seize the hour,
Awaken your hearts to His power.
For the life that remains is a fleeting breeze,
A whisper of time, a shadow that flees.
Do not let it slip through your trembling hands,
For heedless moments, like shifting sands,
Will weigh heavy on the soul's reckoning day—
A sorrow no mortal can wish away.

Reject the worship of this transient world,
Though it glimmers with gold, though its banners are unfurled.
It is no goddess, though it cloaks itself in light—
A mirage of splendor, a veil of night.
It will cast you aside when you seek its embrace,
It will grind you to dust, though you yearn for its grace.
Know this: you are but a traveler here,
A seeker of peaks, a soul sincere.
And he who walks without purpose or aim,
Is but a fleeting ember, consumed by the flame.

Behind you stands the Unseen, your steadfast guide,
An unyielding force, a tide that will not subside.
The Hand that never falters, the Power that never tires,
The Eternal Flame that stokes your deepest desires.

Do not chase what fades with the setting sun,
Seek the Eternal, the Everlasting One.
For the voice of Truth echoes through the ages:
'Every soul shall taste death, as written on these pages.
This world is but a cargo of fleeting deception,
A trial of faith, a fleeting reflection.'

Each dawn breaks, each dusk falls—
The cycle repeats, yet death calls.
One departs, another weeps,
One stumbles, another sleeps.
One falters, one breathes their last,
Death moves unseen, yet its shadow is cast.
It never loses its way, nor misses its mark,
A silent hunter in the deepening dark.

Yet to God belongs all praise,
Lord of the Seven Heavens, Ancient of Days.
Lord of the Throne, exalted and supreme,
The Source of all, the Eternal Dream.

He remains when all else fades away,
The First and the Last, the Beginning and the Stay.
To Him all things return, to Him all ascend,
The Alpha, the Omega, the Beginning and End.

MyKoul