Reversal

It lies in wait of Allah’s time the time that Neither advances nor declines the Time to shroud sour faces And graceful Ones, The poor and the rich the brainy and the Slow, the knight and the servant We shall all disappear One by one Leaving Behind our deeds heavy or light to survive Smolder, smear or judge, whether The time karma was Grasped We’ll turn into thousands of useless Worms And nonexistent beings so let’s Put Aside craving for the Worldly life Craving To possess or still climb up and to the noble Work lets HUMBLY bow far from all Acts of sabotage let’s give Living and leave Giving Whilst twisted sour faces rightly pay tribute Prepared for the one and only true Abode Gone forever full Of joie de vivre And What then is life if not a place Filled with Separations forsaken, oh, Allah! The Spirited quitting Man firmly Sticks to the fleeting Upsetting.