Death has its time, but murder is a crime.
Nonetheless, nobody knows one's own time.
It, all of a sudden, takes place,
At any time or even any place.
It, inevitably, befalls all and all,
However old or even a bit small.
What's to be done, mortals here,
Before it's too late, later there?
Do you have any doubt about that?
Doing the most of this, the least of that.
Beware, time goes swiftly by,
It's time to do good before we die.
A day that passes is a part of you,
Till one day you totally shall go.
This is a whisper from a loving heart,
For it, well, may find somebody smart.
Pardon me, we're all in the same boat,
Nothing remains, even an aught,
Unless it is for Allah’s sake, it's wrought.
It's never lost, mind you don't get caught,
In the tangles of Satan, or any of his folk,
But, eventually before wrapping up,
We should take a warning ere we stop.