THE BOOK OF LIFE
The old-age came and the youthful period spoilt was,
The whole life upon the sin spent was.
Astray, with my back towards the destination I keep going,
A long life upon this trail spent was.
The virtuous asked the friends for help,
The unprotected one like me in this world unprotected left was,
It is selfishness, wilfullness and self-conceit,
The life’s outcome of the one who oneself the Qiblah indicator became.
The lovers who are acquitted to the beloved,
They did not see my suffering thereof ashamed I was.
Alas for the past, and for the future hundred times alas!
For the one who in the wealth and rank entangled was.
From the light towards the darkness I am shifting, oh friend, help!
Whom in a shameful case downwards into the well speedened was.