Author of quotes: Abu al-Atahiya

Who will call on me the inhabitants of the close graves, the closest, who died in the prime of life and strength? Do I recognize them at a meeting who have risen from the dust, If by miracle, unheard of someone had resurrected them? Who will call them to me, wrapped in a mute shroud? Is the voice of the earth heard in the abyss of the grave? Do not call in vain. No one comes from there. Everyone goes there - do not look for another road. Hey living person! Look at you - you're dead. All life is spent. The usual end is coming. Gray hair is your headdress, dazzling white. Your youth has gone, the time of ardent hearts. Your peers have died - they are looking for the promised paradise. Outstripped you, outstripped. Hurry up, catch up. There is nothing left on earth for you, old man, - Neither hope nor joy. Do not waste time in vain! Get ready for the trip, it's time. Into everlasting darkness. The last path is before you. Get ready for it. Throw all your property and you will truly become rich. Despise the rich man - this is a beggar who has filled a bag. Get ready, do not hesitate, do not be afraid to hit the road. Do not hope that there will be a delay, forget about it. To succumb to sinful temptations is a shameful thing. Harness your passions and get the highest good. He who seeks truth will find a guiding light. O blind hearts! See through - the darkness will dissipate. The miserable man who rejects salvation astonishes me, And a lucky man, temporarily saved from all troubles. Blindhearted hearts carelessly surprise me, That they believed a fiction: life has no end. A new day is approaching - a rider on a white horse. He is in a hurry. Maybe this death sends a messenger. Your mortal life is the hand of God. Inevitable death - retribution for your sins. The inhabitant of the sublunar world, time rotates, Like a mill wheel under the pressure of a river. How many walls of serfs did ruthless rock destroy? How many soldiers did he doom to inglorious death! Where are the builders of castles, where are the knights, where are the generals? Smiling, silent skulls at the side of the road. Where are the defenders of the steadfast, valor of a proud son, Whose arms sowed death on the plains of war? Where are the leaders, creators, where are the lords of the world, the lords of the universe? Buried, buried. Where are the favorites of the meetings - rumors did not stop talking about them. Like a commandment of God, the people accepted their words. Where are the idols of the crowd? They became just lumps of dust, Through which grass sprouts in early spring. On the throne of heaven sits the eternal Allah. He punishes, and has mercy, and turns to dust the rebellious fools, and he brings the worthy to heaven. He is great. He has no equal in infinite worlds. For any of the mortals, he allocated a share of it. Who dares to judge his just will? Protecting from death, saving from delusions, a deity leads us to the only true goal. Remain deaf, live blithely, friends! The deadlines are coming up, threatening with retribution. Forget the temptations - heed the sensible call. The time of retribution is approaching, you cannot hesitate. Irrevocably gone into the bosom of the grave land! In this new home, what good have you found? Now all of you are equal, and everyone has the same faces, Though in different ways you have come to the end of life. Inhabitant of the grave! You forgot earthly housing. The door to your unearthly dwelling is boarded up. Even with the dead sleeping next to you, in the neighborhood, you have no right to communicate. Damned nothingness! How many brothers I mourned and put in a coffin! How many times have I called them to return from the dark graves! My brother! Drinks, food and medicine will not help us. Life goes away, runs drop by drop, flowing out of the veins. My brother! Neither a spell, nor a spell, nor an amulet Did not save from perdition, did not give help, no. My brother! How do you sleep on a stone bed underground, How is life in the last refuge? Give me answer! I'm still alive, I barely endured separation from you. I grieve alone over your hopeless fate. After all, your death became my death sentence. Waiting for the last day - half dead and half dead. My heart is crying, my heart is breaking, trembling. I fall to the grave, barely from sobbing while breathing. My dear brother, gone forever, my only brother! I remember you - the soul is stiff with pain.