Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O

O Lord, You Bless All With Your Bountiful Blessings.

Build The Raft Of Meditation And Self-discipline, To Carry You Across The River. There Will Be No Ocean, And No Rising Tides To Stop You; This Is How Comfortable Your Path Shall Be.

Let God's Grace Be The Mosque, And Devotion The Prayer Mat. Let The Quran Be The Good Conduct. Let Modesty Be Compassion, Good Manners Fasting, You Should Be A Muslim The Like Of This. Let Good Deeds Be Your Kaaba And Truth Be Your Mentor. Your Kalma Be Your Creed And Prayer, God Would Then Vindicate Your Honour.

Giving No Pain To Any Creature, Let Him Slowly Accumulate Spiritual Merit, For The Sake ,of Acquiring A Companion To The Next World, Just As The White Ant ,gradually Raises Its Hill.

Blessed, Blessed Is That Body Horse Which Meditates On The Lord God.