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فرشي التراب يضمني
وهو غطائي
حولي الرمال تلفني بل من ورائي
واللحد يحكي ظلمة فيها ابتلائي
والنور خط كتابه أنسى لقائي
والأهل اين حنانهم باعوا وفائي
والصحب اين جموعهم تركوا اخائي
والمال اين هناءه صار ورائي
والاسم اين بريقه بين الثناءِ
هذي نهاية حالي فرشي الترابِ
والحب ودّع شوقه وبكى رثائي
والدمع جف مسيره بعد البكاء
والكون ضاق بوسعه ضاقت فضائي
فاللحد صار بجثتي أرضي سمائي
هذي نهاية حالي فرشي الترابِ
والخوف يملأ غربتي والحزن دائي
أرجو الثبات وإنه قسما دوائي
والرب أدعو مخلصا أنت رجائي
أبغي إلهي جنة فيها هنائي
حولي الرمال تلفني بل من ورائي
واللحد يحكي ظلمة فيها ابتلائي
والنور خط كتابه أنسى لقائي
والأهل اين حنانهم باعوا وفائي
والصحب اين جموعهم تركوا اخائي
والمال اين هناءه صار ورائي
والاسم اين بريقه بين الثناءِ
هذي نهاية حالي فرشي الترابِ
والحب ودّع شوقه وبكى رثائي
والدمع جف مسيره بعد البكاء
والكون ضاق بوسعه ضاقت فضائي
فاللحد صار بجثتي أرضي سمائي
هذي نهاية حالي فرشي الترابِ
والخوف يملأ غربتي والحزن دائي
أرجو الثبات وإنه قسما دوائي
والرب أدعو مخلصا أنت رجائي
أبغي إلهي جنة فيها هنائي
My bed is the soil; it has
embraced me and is my covering
Around me is the sand enveloping me even from over and above
And the grave presents darkness, in it is isolation
And the guidance was elucidated in his book, (but) I forgot my meeting
And the family, where is their sympathy: they sold my loyalty
And the companions, where is their companionship: they relinquished my brotherhood
And the wealth, where is its joy: it was left behind
And the name (reputation), where is its lustre (shine): between the folds
This is me, the finality of my state - my bed of soil.
And the love shuns its pleasure, and my eulogy is wailed.
And the tears lapsed after the crying
And the universe was constrained in its expanse and constrained was my space
Then the grave became my earth and my sky
This is me, the finality of my state - my bed of soil.
And fear fills my desolation, and grief is my ailment
I hope resolutely and indeed it is the avowed remedy
And the Lord I call sincerely, You are my hope
I hope of My Lord Jannah, in it is bliss.
Around me is the sand enveloping me even from over and above
And the grave presents darkness, in it is isolation
And the guidance was elucidated in his book, (but) I forgot my meeting
And the family, where is their sympathy: they sold my loyalty
And the companions, where is their companionship: they relinquished my brotherhood
And the wealth, where is its joy: it was left behind
And the name (reputation), where is its lustre (shine): between the folds
This is me, the finality of my state - my bed of soil.
And the love shuns its pleasure, and my eulogy is wailed.
And the tears lapsed after the crying
And the universe was constrained in its expanse and constrained was my space
Then the grave became my earth and my sky
This is me, the finality of my state - my bed of soil.
And fear fills my desolation, and grief is my ailment
I hope resolutely and indeed it is the avowed remedy
And the Lord I call sincerely, You are my hope
I hope of My Lord Jannah, in it is bliss.
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