Miftah-ul-Janna (Booklet for way to Paradise)

Everyone has cares, sweet and bitter days. This base world is not
worth competing with anyone for it.
I, too, was one in my time, like a precious stone on a President’s
ring, like a sovereign’s signature. But now destiny has turned all
upside down.
Then my heart fell ill. My energy was all gone. At last the bird of
my life [my soul] flew away. For, the cage [my soul] had gone to
rack and ruin.
My health, like a candle, went out. Darkness was all around me.
The sun of the Hereafter rose. All was enlightened with nûrs of
Allah.
At that moment I attained my Rabb. My sins surfaced. When I
begged for forgiveness, He met me with His endless mercy.
Yâ Rabbî! I have committed hundreds of thousands of sins. Yet I
trust myself, with this black face of mine, to Your Gate Most
High. Please do forgive me!
I have made Your Name Ghafûr date of this writing of mine
[1286]. Its meaning will certainly come true. No one but Allah
can do anything. No one but Allah shall continue to exist!
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This life is a dream beset with sufferings;
Aren’t we born to die eventually?
After a few hours in pleasures,
Cares chase each and every pleasure presently.
We dive every moment, in ignorance,
Into the depths of death so zealously.
In divers troubles and many hardships,
The world pushes us to insolvency.
And, poor us, seeing this edifice,
Ask whence its dwellers are all coming from.
Its Creator, His creatures, its secrets,
His hidden causes, so wonderfully.
But the secrets hidden by Haqq Himself,
Are beyond the slave’s mind, definitely.
Man, with nescience, void, inability,
Will be made to err within fallacy.
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