Books sit at jaunty angles
Drinking cups of warmth by
Windows opening up to the sea
We have worn the knuckles with work
Of money and false pretenses
We have tried to buy time
By dealing in time to gather wealth
We have tried to store smiles
In albums idle awaiting lonely fingertips
Our friendships are bought with cheap hellos
And minutes killed
Because everything dies right
We work lifetimes for little pieces of paradise
This SAT-NAV is of no use
Face it you know where this is heading
The earthy pursuit of eternity is in fact
As the world is toil and tears
Your flight leaves at terminal death
Gather your supplies and lets go
Because your soul in never inclined
To smidgens of a lie
All counterfeit fakes in custody
Our destination is perfection
Like we never knew before.
And no soul knows what has been hidden for them of comfort of the eye (satisfaction) as reward for what they used to do
Everyone that is thereon will pass away;There remaineth but the countenance of thy Lord of Might and Glory.
Competition in [worldly] increase diverts you
Until you visit the graveyards.
No! You are going to know.
Then no! You are going to know.
No! If you only knew with knowledge of certainty...
You will surely see the Hellfire.
Then you will surely see it with the eye of certainty.
Then you will surely be asked that Day about pleasure.
Narrated Ibn 'Abbas: I heard the Prophet saying, "If the son of Adam (the human being) had two valley of money, he would wish for a third, for nothing can fill the belly of Adam's son except dust, and Allah forgives him who repents to Him."