And when the veil of death engulfs,
Ye come to place ye have never been,
The soil so moist and the musk so fragrant,
And the presence of the Sacred One,
Ye eye Him with a sight of fear,
He tells you not to be threatened,
For the angst is now not your piece,
But the heat of righteousness is what ye shall reap,
And there ye are on the door of heaven,
Where Ridhwan says:
O ye soul of tranquility!
Enter in the place of thy Lords Kingdom,
For this was what meant for ye
And with the curve of hope on ye,
Ye bow to Him in utter delight!
– Engr. Namra Khurshid
This poem was originally published here.