This world is but for a day or two, <br />A fleeting dream, like a garden in bloom. <br />This beautiful life is a honey trap, <br />One careless step and you are doomed. <br />Life offers you an empty plate <br />Death lies in wait with a fishing net. <br />With twenty dozen weights and countless parts, <br />This fishing net, you cannot take apart. <br />Each fish shall, by its whiskers, be caught <br />When herded around, all, in a lot. <br />For whom did I build such a magnificent house <br />And save pots of silver and gold? <br />My clothes would rot, in their rusted chests and <br />Grass‘d grow on my bones. <br />If my dwelling caves in, I build again <br />A house that is finer than the one before. <br />But none can hold, when the bones grow old, <br />This body would’nt last forevermore. <br />The walls would crack, the beams would break, <br />The worms would chew up the pillars. <br />Who’d keep back The prince of Death, <br />When cometh He, The Great Leveler. <br /><br />Syed Ahmed Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zikir-of-hazrat-azan-peer-vi/
