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Vanity
Of pomp and pride all vanity, In diverse manners,in diverse guys, That now is used in many manners wise, They paint their faces,their garments bright, And chase the praise of every passing sight, Here reason sinks in bottom drowned, Then to the grave they go despised, Their’s a pampered carcass where worm riots, O vanity…
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Eternal Life
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…
