Aye, but ye love the transitory,
And ye neglect the life to come.
On that day shall faces beam with light,
Outlooking towards their Lord;
And faces on that day shall be dismal,
As if they thought that some great calamity would befall them.
Aye, when the soul shall come up into the throat,
And there shall be a cry, ‘Who hath a charm that can restore him?’
And the man feeleth that the time of his departure is come,
And when one leg shall be laid over the other,