behold yon cemetery, and see
how many tombs and graves there be;
how many hundred thousand delicate
ones there sleep
in slumber deep.
Much toiled they every one and strove,
and feverishly burned with barren hope
and selfish love,
and shining garments jewel-sprinkled
wove.
Jars of gold and silver fashioned they,
and from the people profit bore away,
much trickery revealing, and great moneys
stealing;
but, at the end, with a full regretful sigh
they laid them down to die.
Their treasuries they filled,
and in their hearts well-tilled
planted the seed
of lustful greed;
but, at the last,
from all these things they passed.
So burdened, suddenly
at the door of death they sank,
and there the cup of destiny
they drank.
Fahr Uddin Antar