Between cradle and grave our lives sway,
O Allah gives us fortitude to bear pain,
The pang of parting,is so severe,
Still from the tomb their voice arise,
Which humans not,other creatures hear,
No breath now can moved the lips,
Nor sounds would enter those ears,
Icy hands of death benumbed those senses,
Possessions vanish all trials people left,
Human seeds went in earth, to grow at resurrection,
A mere waking between two slumbers emerges,
Union with their Lord,is the source of all happiness,
What more felicity can fall to creature,
To enjoy delight with their Lord eternal!
uzmasaad 
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