Your good manners will follow you after death

These qualities will stroll like moon-faced ladies

One will take your hand, and another will ask questions

And another will bring forth alms of rubies and sugar

When you divorce the body, you will see houris lined up

Muslims, believers, obedient, repentant

Countless habits of yours run before your bier

Your patience and the 'Naziat', your gratitude and the 'Nashitat'

Those pure qualities will become your companions in the grave

They will cling to you like sons and daughters

You will wear many robes of the warp and weft of your obedience

The expansion of your soul will become a field beyond these directions

Hey, be silent as much as you can, sow the seeds of your goodness

For the Garden of Eden has appeared from the deeds of the trustworthy