I look on death and the appointed hour as a friend; I am not frightened, like you.
I’ll enter the grave smiling, not trembling, like you.
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I don’t see it as a monster’s mouth, a beast’s lair, descending to nothingness,
It joins me with my friends; I’m not vexed at the grave, like you.
It’s the door of Mercy, gate of Light, portal of Truth; I am not discomforted by it;
I won’t retreat.
Saying: In the Name of God, I’ll knock on it.1 I’ll not look behind me nor feel terror.
Saying: All Praise be to God!, I’ll lay down and find ease. I’ll suffer no trouble
nor remain solitary.
Saying, God is Most Great!, I’ll hear the Call to the Resurrection and rise up,2
I won’t hang back from the Great Gathering, or the Mighty Mosque.
I’ll feel no distress, thanks to Divine favour, the Qur’an’s light,
and the effulgence of belief;
Not stopping, I’ll hasten, fly, to the shade of the Most Merciful’s Throne.
God willing, I won’t go astray, like you.
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I won’t exclaim: ‘Alas!’, and flee.
I’ll hear the Call of Israfil on the dawn of the Resurrection, and declaring, ‘God is Most Great!’, shall rise up. I won’t hold back from the Great Gathering and Congress of Prayers.