[align=center]It was early in the morning at four
When death knocked upon a bedroom door
Who is there? The sleeping one cried
I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside.
At once, the man began to shiver
As one sweating in deadly fever
He shouted to his sleeping wife
Don't let him take away my life
Please go away, O Angel of Death
Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet
My family on me depends
Give me a chance, O please prepense
The angel knocked again and again
Friend! I'll take your life without a pain
Tis your soul Allah requires
I come not with my own desire.
Bewildered, the man began to cry
O Angel I'm so afraid to die
I'll give you gold and be your slave
Don't send me to the unlit grave.
Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said
Open the door; get up from your bed
If you do not allow me in
I will walk through it, like a Jinn.
The man held a gun in his right hand
Ready to defy the Angel's stand.
I'll point my gun, towards your head
You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead.
By now the Angel was in the room
Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom.
Foolish man, Angels never die
Put down your gun and do not sigh.
Why are you afraid! Tell me O man
To die according to Allah's plan?
Come smile at me, do not be grim
Be Happy to return to Him.
O Angel! I bow my head in shame
I had no time to take Allah's Name.
From morning till dusk, I made my wealth
Not even caring for my health.
Allah's command I never obeyed
Nor five times a day I ever prayed.
A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went
But no time had I to repent.
The Hajj was already FARD on me
But I would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore
Taking usury more and more.
O Angel! I appeal to you
Spare my life for a year or two.
The Laws of Quran I will obey
I'll begin SALAT this very day.
My Fast and Hajj, I will complete
And keep away from self-conceit.
I will refrain from usury
And give all my wealth to charity,
Wine and wenches I will detest
Allah's oneness I will attest.
We Angels do what Allah demands
We cannot go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone
Father, mother, daughter or son.
I'm afraid this moment is your last
Now be reminded, of your past
I do understand your fears
But it is now too late for tears.
You lived in this world, two score and more,
Never did you, your people adore.
Your parents, you did not obey,
Hungry beggars, you turned away.
Your two ill-gotten, female offspring,
In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
You made your children non-Muslims.
You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan,
Nor did you read the Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
Backbiting friends, and causing strife.
From hoarded goods, great profits you made,
And your poor workers, you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
Moneymaking was your pleasure.
You ate vitamins and grew more fat,
With the very sick, you never sat.
A pint of blood you never gave,
Which could a little baby save?
O Human, you have done enough wrong,
You bought good properties for a song.
When the farmers appealed to you,
You did not have mercy, tis true.
Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent.
The ending however, is very sad,
Eventually the man became mad
With a cry, he jumped out of bed,
And suddenly, he fell down dead.
O Reader! Take moral from here,
You never know, your end may be near
Change your living and make amends
For heaven, on your deeds depends.
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