Word...

Foremost, you must know,
If you believe in nagging, whining
or cursing
Then 'do know that' the world is a trash
And its deserving treat is the thrash...

This world is a swing
Lucky is the one whom gets to fling
(As for) he whom gets not a fling,
Fate shall repay perhaps with a wink...

And you must know
That your personality is a title
For the wise it's a mantle
For the cautious, it's a grace
For the careless, a trouble...

Certainly, the world is an attire
Whether it be a "thawb" or "'regalia"
Your dignity lies on how your hat squires
Whether it be a "bola" or a "taxi driver's"...

If your occupation, sir, is farming
Then (better) pick-up your tool and start harrowing
For slacking is not your own thing
And when you turn around and see work remaining
Then do know (that) your tool needs a firmer gripping
Coz you won't earn a break until you meet an ending...

Do know (that) the world is a grain farm
It doesn't enrich until it reaches the barn(s)
It makes its value only when it's winnowed
And It's only consumed when it is siloed...

If you're good today, the stage is yours'
If you're not tomorrow, it's someone else's
Your "Guru" or "laya"
Can't make you have their places
Except if you're a ruler,
whose tyranny thrives above justice...

Do know that this world is a home
A Palace to whom is contempt and prone
A Dungeon to whom is content with (his) cone...

If you're an egotist
Whom prides of knowledge,
Beauty or wealth
Or perhaps you're a menace,
whom causes corruption on land,
or even on the oceans
Then do know that this life is a safari
Its path crosses above the peak of a valley
It poses a glamorous facade from the alley
(But) At the verge of it, is a pitch black "Bali"...

The world is a rollercoaster
Its measuring scale is a silky thread
If you tie it today, it loosens
If you let it be tomorrow, it flees with the breeze...

If you're enslaved by lust and desire
Then for a surety knowledge is required
Prudence and perseverance must be hired
So long the struggle is truly admired...

Of course (the world), is an oscillator
One day it stops on a rocky crater
Another day on a fluffy foam...

Hence, you must know,
If you awake to meet a desperate situation
Then the "Buzu" is your standing station
A call towards the "Qibla" is your obligation
Indeed your salvation is in 'His' predestination...

Finally, (do know that) the truth is a one way path
It shares no boundaries, it has no match
The moment you tilt then you have strayed
Whomever follows it with an intended trail
And stayed upon it with a clear trait
Then God will surely grant him bail

This "Word" is a fare for the wayfarer
It cannot be repaid even by the debt bearer
So pay it forward for the fellow farer...

And may we all hop on the guided trailer...!

Ibn Adam...