Pray I,  close my INNINGS gracefully,  when it's time.

When the end actually arrives,  let peace be prime.

Let my loved ones be near by when your Angels come  to pick me

Let the holy " kalam of  ASHEM" ring in my ears, wherever I may be.  

Always keep me close by, within Your holy sight

Hold my hand n me lead to a direction that is morally right.

The  body turn will  cold; first feet, hands n face, then my nose.

May my eyes weak, see you before they forever close.

In peace, in bliss, may the ravaan rise; as from the  body to separate it tries.

Liberated will the " Ravaan" be, as under the wings of  Sarosh Yazad it flies.

May everyone say SAROSH YAZAD PANAHBAAD.

Armin Dutia Motashaw