Survives after
The strike of death
And is reborn
By mother grave
He acquires
A new trait inborn.
And will never see
Death again
His new home
May be in Jahannam -
That faces fall off
Facing a fliud it boiled
Where his food
Will be Zaqqum -
A poisonous and thorny plant
Which stood the heat of hell
And his drink
Will be Hamiim -
That quenches no thirst
But melts all it flows through
And alas,
He won't be gifted,
With slow and painful death
For he's now immortal.
Or his new home
May be in The Garden -
Whose weather
Is happiness
At its doorstep
He will bid farewell
To fear, thirst and hunger
Along with his ailments:
Resentment and sadness
Including their allies.
And his cup of greed
Will be filled with sea.
The strike before
Was by a timekeeper
Who stroke on him when
His time to choose was up.
Great