On the earth and heavens,
He has assigned
Angels who are
To Him inclined.

Each group
Has a duty,
Creatures they are
Of great purity.

Yet there is
Among them a unit,
Who wait to record
Man’s merit.

Over those servants
They keep a watch,
Who makes their actions
With the Beloved match?

Who precedes
Their foot right
As they enter homes
At day and night?

Do they advance
Their left foot first,
As they take
Their sandals off?

Who smiles
Towards neighbors?
Who lends a hand
To the laborers?

These simple deeds
Raise a believer’s merit.
Who knows, even from hell
They shall find the exit!

Hey sweet-sounding beloved
From my Hind,
Listen to what I write
From the land of sand.

Let your every move
Be with Meem similar:
One day even the hoors
Shall become familiar.




January 23 2004. Edit July 2024