1. I seem to see myself in death’s agonies,

    struggling to rise toward the throat,

  2. my saddle already bound and my mounts setting out,

    my drivers announcing that it is time to depart—

  3. toward an abode containing punishment and mercy,

    and how many rebukes and lessons it holds for us:

  4. how many eyes whose tears streamed down their cheeks,

    how many faces cast down into the dust,

  5. how many arriving there to find what delights them,

    and how many arriving there to find only regrets;

  6. how many a fallen man to whom no one says, “Rise!”—

    unlike what we knew before when people stumbled;

  7. and how many a king whose bed was happiness,

    amid sociable, sheltered, modest maidens—

  8. tomorrow he cannot ward worms from his noble face,

    though once he drove lions from the thickets.

  9. In place of the companionship of the gazelles in his covert

    and its white antelopes, he is given speckled snakes and insects.

  10. Within the earth he comes to wrap himself in soil,

    though once he trailed brocade and striped robes.

  11. His supporters and armies avail him nothing,

    nor do their swords and supple spears protect him.

  12. Among the things that grieve me—and my griefs are many—

    are grave sins that have made my tears pour down.

  13. I am troubled that I shall die having been remiss,

    although I have now outlived my peers,

  14. and after them neglected my own fate, held back by indolence.

    How astonishing I am, and how astonishing my heedlessness!

  15. To God I complain of my soul’s folly, for it

    inclines toward ease and appetites.

  16. How many a dear friend to whom I was generous

    will deem my burial the noblest kindness he can do me.

  17. I was his companion and a radiant sun to him,

    yet he will leave me alone in the desolation of darkness.

  18. I shall pitch my pavilion in the camp of decay

    and plant my spear there as I dismount to stay.

  19. I shall mount a steed that never brings its rider back

    and is ridden nowhere but toward destruction.

  20. It is seen only in the courtyard of one departing

    for the place where joys and sorrows alike lie slain.

  21. It takes the lowliest person on the same journey

    as the most exalted man mourned among the nobles.

  22. At one time you see it bearing lofty peaks and hills,

    and at another you see it bearing little pebbles.

  23. Yet many a pebble is worth more than Mount Yadhbul—

    like an accepted stone cast at the Pillars during the pilgrimage.

  24. Every little deed done sincerely for God

    He makes grow, as tradition tells of acts of charity;

  25. and every great deed not done for His sake

    is like ashes scattered through motes of dust.

  26. Yet there is hope for one who dies doing good,

    and fear for one who dies engulfed in sin.

  27. Today the difference in merit among them is not discerned,

    but tomorrow their ranks will be clearly distinguished,

  28. when the sinner is terrified and his heart takes flight,

    while the righteous man’s fear is calmed in the lofty chambers.

  29. No human being knows where death will find him:

    on land, at sea, or in a wilderness.

  30. So, my brothers, whenever you attend my funeral,

    stand before my Lord and ask Him to save me.

  31. Strive in earnest supplication, and pray sincerely,

    that perhaps my God will accept your prayers.

  32. Speak well of me, even if you know otherwise,

    and overlook whatever lapses I committed.

  33. Do not describe me as I truly deserve,

    lest I be damned; adorn me with the finest qualities.

  34. Do not gradually forget me, for long have I remembered you

    and maintained bonds of kindness with you throughout my life.

  35. Against my will I have left the loved ones among you,

    though my sighs of longing for you have not yet left me.

  36. Though I lie dead before you, a cast-off corpse,

    my spirit is alive, listening to those who mourn me.

  37. I commune with you by inspiration though I am silent.

    Indeed, every one of you will come to me one day.

  38. The body can exist only through its spirit:

    the spirit is the axis, while the limbs are merely instruments.

  39. Inevitably, one day the body itself must return

    to be recompensed for acts of obedience and liabilities incurred.

  40. Though I may be unworthy of bounty and mercy,

    my Lord is the Lord of bounty and mercies.

  41. I have never ceased hoping for His pardon and His gardens,

    and I praise Him in ease and in times of crisis.

  42. I prostrate myself before Him in reverence and humility,

    and worship Him openly and in solitude.

  43. I do not claim merit before Him for my obedience:

    His alone is the favor of enabling every good deed.

Sol 6.1