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Where are those powers?
Where is that glory?
Where is their majestic story?
How the majestic awe has subsided!
How the royal glory has receded!
How the valor and might is gone!
How this all now belongs to the gone!
No one bows his head in fear,
No one talks about their splendor,
No one now longs to see their reign,
No one is now charmed by their name.
How superficial was their existence!
How artificial their magnificence!
How false was the radiance!
How hallow the brilliance!
No one mourns their decay,
No one laments the putrefy,
They are nothing but rotten dregs
Forgotten, buried in historical wrecks.
In their days when they would rove
Common people would gaze with awe,
No one dared to raise their voice
But now the might has embraced its demise.
Why the might and glory evaporated?
Why the beautiful palaces got dilapidated?
Why the safe forts are obliterated?
Why the strong armies annihilated?
Why the haughty faces are now humbled?
Why the great arrogance is no more revered?
Why the treasures and wealth have disappeared?
Why their descendants are now pauper and disinherited?
I ask all these questions to My Lord,
O ! Lord why this transition abound?
Why Thee humble the arrogance?
Why Thee destroy the unthankfulness?
My Lord replies, read My Book
I will make the arrogant see doom,
Ingratitude will never be accepted
Unthankful and arrogant will be disinherited!
I will make the good-doers inheritors
I will bless the thankfulness with treasures
I will abound them with more blessings
Because they attribute to Me all good happenings!
O Lord! O My Lord!
I have one more query in mind
When Thy earth will be inherited
By the one who is most awaited?
When all the unjust will see doom!
When the tyranny will not bloom!
When the poor will not be persecuted!
When everywhere justice will be accepted!
When Thy law will prevail!
When the false gods will not avail!
When Thy name will be extolled!
When the truth will not be curtailed!
My Lord replies with wise advice
Follow My Prophet and be away from vice,
Prepare the ground for My Hujjat to reappear
Struggle hard to make the falsehood disappear.
Work for my religion to prevail,
Avoid disunity, and be not frail,
Do not have contradictions between words and actions
Be a true a Muslim with firm determination.
My Lord! Make all of us see the day
When Thy Hujjat(AS) will take the sway,
When our beloved Imam will lead
Us to justice, truth, and Thy worship to succeed.
Subscribe to this comment's feedA wonderful poem! SubhanAllah!!
Zain
are shadows, not substantial things
There is no armour against the fate;
Death lays its icy hand on kings.
Sceptre and crown
must tumble down,
and in the earth be equal made
to the labourer's scythe and spade.
No fortress on the mountain peak
could save the kings from the jaws of death,
their pomp and power proved too weak;
they lie in graves, deprived of breath.
The cold earth asks them in contempt:
"Whither is the robe, the crown, and the throne?!
Did cruel death thy beauty exempt?!
Did it respect thy royal blood and bone?!"
The grave replies
with sorrowful sighs:
"Those beautiful forms
are now food for the worms!"
from: http://bibizaynab.blogspot.com...-imam.html
Salaam,
Thanks Br Zain! The words of Imam Ali Naqi(AS) are immortal, written on the hearts of believers, always inspiring and guiding those who seek to find a way through divine light!
I have heard similar verses from Imam Ali(AS) also.
The problem of getting absorbed with this world and forgetting that very soon all this striving is coming to end, stems from the fact that we neglect Hereafter. If we remember Akharat or Hereafter and keep in mind that very soon we have to part from this world, then to a great extent this deception of materialism may fail to trap us.
Imam Sajjad(AS):
"My Master,and have mercy upon me when my trace is cut off from this world,
my mention is effaced among the creatures,
and I join the forgotten, like the forgotten ones!
My Master,and have mercy upon me at the change of my form and state when
my body decays,my limbs are scattered,
and my joints are dismembered!
O my heedlessness toward what was wanted from me!
My Master,have mercy upon me at my mustering and uprisingand on that day, appoint my standing place with Thy friends,
my place of emergence with Thy beloveds,and my dwelling
in Thy neighbourhood!
O Lord of the worlds! "
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Wasalaam,
Asad
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