Dust in My Bed

Dust is my bed,
embracing me,
and it is my cover
The sands are around me,
engulfing me,
even from behind me,
And the tomb recounts the story of the darkness
of my calamity
And the light has destined
that my pleasure is in meeting [Allah]

Dust is my bed, embracing me, and it is my cover
The sands are around me, engulfing me, even from behind me,
And the tomb recounts the story of the darkness of my calamity
And the light has destined
that my pleasure is in meeting [Allah]

And where is my family's compassion?
They sold my loyalty!
And where are my groups of friends? They left my brotherhood!
They left my brotherhood!
And where is the bliss of money? It is behind me...
And where is the glory of fame and compliments?
This is my end; dust is my bed

And the beloved bade farewell to his love and cried my elegy
And the tear flow dried after the crying
And the vast universe shrank,
narrowing my space,
And the grave with my corpse has become
my land and my sky
That is my end; dust is my bed
And fear fills my estrangement
and sadness is my illness
I hope for steadfastness, and, verily, it is
-I swear- my remedy

And to the Lord I supplicate sincerely;
You are my hope.
Hoping- O Allah- for a Paradise
that contains my bliss