Meditation Upon Death

By Khwajah Azeez-ul-Hasan Majzoob

In the universe are lessons of death aplenty,
However, you have become blinded by worldly hue & dainty,

Have you ever pondered and observed deeply?
How inhabitations are reduced to heaps eventually!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Many are entombed in soil, sigh!
Rulers, nobles, lords et al, why?

Will display your pomp for a while, fie.
Death will subdue men of might, nigh!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Death did not spare either Kisra or Darius,
It was this that defeated Alexandrius,

Each departed with painful regret,
with all hopes of glory abject,

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Herein all happiness is transformed into sorrow,
Wherein weddings produce widows of tomorrow,

These are transformations in a sojourn narrow,
Changes take place with each breath in your marrow!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Initially, infancy toyed you into years of play,
Thereafter adolescence turned you mad with fray,

Old-age arrived with thousands array,
Death will appear and annihilate your say!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Your goal is to become the almighty,
In beauty and fashion the most lofty,

Why, has any person remained until eternity?
External facades have duped you in entirety!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Could it be a home of play and joy?
Wherein every second death hovers ahoy,

Escape now from this ignorance, O toy,
Change this lifestyle of yours, O boy!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

This finite world is so beloved to view,
What has made it so enchanting to you?

Lacking in correct intelligence aslam are you,
For men of wisdom have understood: unlike you!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Old age and still dreading news of death?
Threatened, yet neither worried or alert of death,

Is there any limit to your negligence O beast?
Emerge from your insanity now at least!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Neither will lovers of poetry remain,
nor the hankerer of fame and domain,

Non has remained or will remain,
only acts of piety will forever domain!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Friends and associates depart in procession,
as they leave one after the other in quick succession,

When this scenario is often occurring,
why is your heart still submerged in worldly hoarding?

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

Forever in this world is the wail of mourning,
somewhere the cry of starvation and wanting,

Yonder hails the complaint of theft and fraudulence,
in reality, only sounds of sadness, sorrow and sufferance!

As a place of attachment, this world is rot.
An abode to heed lesson; mere amusement not.

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