And all immortality belongs with the Almighty;
And all of eternity belongs to the Almighty;
And all the affairs of man
And man himself
Are but like dewdrops at sunrise.
And every passing day,
And every passing night,
Mortality compulsorily and subtly crosses through
The vast emptiness to meet us for our mulct.
And he comes while we are awake.
And he comes while we are asleep.
And he comes like a shadow in the dark.
Unnoticed.
Every day and every night.
And soon it will be sunset
And man and all his endeavours
Will become but subtle shadows of themselves
Steadily flickering out.
And all immortality belongs with the Almighty;
And all of eternity belongs to the Almighty;
And all the affairs of man
And man himself
Are but like dewdrops at sunrise.
And every passing day,
And every passing night,
Mortality compulsorily and subtly crosses through
The vast emptiness to meet us for our mulct.
And he comes while we are awake.
And he comes while we are asleep.
And he comes like a shadow in the dark.
Unnoticed.
Every day and every night.
And soon it will be sunset
And man and all his endeavours
Will become but subtle shadows of themselves
Steadily flickering out.
Struggle is our twin
who treads with us,
our left hand
that breaks the cobwebs --
a hint that no one
has passed this narrow,
virgin path before us.
We have to offend
even the least of
creations that witnessed
our birth --
our ingratitude --
just to conquer
the peak of
the mountain of life.
Whilst we see
the signs of doom there,
we must pray
that He clothe them
with our skins,
so we alone can feel
the burning mulct
of our sins.
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