O people of the world! Know that you too have to die one day. After death, you will be resurrected and will reach the reward and punishment of your good and bad deeds. Therefore, do not swell with pride over living a few days in this world and never forget death. The world is a house of calamity; to perish is its well-known attribute, and deception is its emblem. The end of everything in it is decline, and for it to remain with someone forever is impossible. When a man gets a little comfort in it, in return, years of grief come before him. Death is standing over everyone's head, and tasting its flavor is mandatory for all. O servants of Allah Almighty! Today your condition in the world is just like that of the people before you, who were greater than you in age, stronger in might, larger in population, and superior in houses. But due to the revolution of time, today not even their voice comes out. Their bodies have rotted in the graves, cities have been desolated, and houses have fallen. Either those were magnificent palaces, round pillows, and velvet carpets, or now it is stones and bricks, dust of the grave, and the corner of the tomb. Do you have any doubt that your condition will not be just like theirs? Will there not be the same loneliness, and will this body in the dust not become food for worms? Poetry: We used to adorn ourselves so that the eyes of the whole world would look at us, Little did we know that our gatherings would witness mourning! It is a tyranny for the garment of existence to be separated from this body, It is a tight attire; it will eventually come off in shreds! The more it increases, the more it decreases, Life cuts away all by itself. When I looked closely at the condition of the world, I witnessed the resurrection of this place every single day here.
