Appealed I was to this sanctioned land,
As I ponder to its contents and to its meaning,
Is this all there is to this materialistic blend?
All this amusement of man’s creation brimming,
Until a man would dare say that this world is his!
Even when death awaits in each one’s corner,
Still man drown to the phrase ‘ignorance is bliss’,
And his God is this world his own desired adorer,
But sad will be man when his adorer would end,
That when the heavens and the earth would be diminished asunder,
No refuge nor help will be found, absent of even a single helping hand,
Did not they witness before, the rain poured down along with thunder?
Would be too late for atonement at the Hour,
Judgment will be made,
And at that time man who took this worldly life for granted,
Would burn and be devoured by Hellfire,
Burned by his own ignorance and desires.