A POEM TO MY SELF

O my self, what will calm you? Can’t you remain patient for a day or two? I try to contain you but your strength overpowers But when we die, life will seem like hours So, can’t you be patient for part of a day? And remain steadfast upon the straight way? The direction you’re taking…


O my self, what will calm you?

Can’t you remain patient for a day or two?

I try to contain you but your strength overpowers

But when we die, life will seem like hours

So, can’t you be patient for part of a day?

And remain steadfast upon the straight way?

The direction you’re taking leads to my worst fears

Of the day we stand for fifty thousand years

No one will joke, nor talk, nor smile

And the sun from our heads will be at a mile

Nowhere to hide and nowhere to flee

Standing for what seems an eternity

Then the Judgement begins

And the book will land either on your right or your left hand

O my self, do not become like those who left the right track

And put their left hands behind their back

O self, how do you plan to cross the siraat suspended in the air?

Craftier than a fox, sharper than a sword, and thinner than a hair

How do you plan to cross, or will you cross at all?

The blink of an eye; would you run or would you rather crawl

The bad deeds you command will drop you from it

And only good deeds put you back upon it

O self, it’s a 500-year drop suspension

Over a terrible place I would rather not mention

O self, don’t be fooled by this world and its illusions

And keep in mind judgement, the grave and other conclusions

O self, wake up; don’t follow your desire

And ask for forgiveness to avoid the fire

O self, keep the commands and avoid the prohibitions

And pay close attention to these admonitions

Be among those who were the best of planners

Who prepared for the future with good deeds and good manners

O self, it’s simply about your control

Being patient now, so as to reach your goal

I don’t mean to put burden or to put much stress

Just to warn of a day when the limbs confess

Sins add up as you live through the years

Then sadness won’t save you, nor would the tears

Every time you sin, the shaytaan is winning

So, remember the One against whom you’re sinning

O my self, life is short and ends when you least expected

And then what will you say when you’re resurrected?

The angel of death overlooked you and took the souls of your brothers

And one day, he will come to you and overlook others

For great rewards, plant the righteous seeds

O Allah, we seek refuge from the evil of ourselves and from the evil of our deeds

We ask Allah to make us among those who are aware that they are constantly been watched.

Ameen!


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