When the sun curled.
And when the stars degenerated.
And when the mountains moved.
And when the socials kaput.
And when the wilds squashed,
And when the seas seethed.
And when the selves coupled.
And when the girl-buried-alive, asked:
By what crime was she killed?
And when the parchments disseminated.
And when the sky shucked away.
And when the Hell seared.
And when the Garden brought to vicinity.
Each self knew what it has brought.
So, should I not swear by the invisibles.
The cruising sweepers.
And the night when it recessed.
And the sunburst when it breathes.
Indeed, this is surely the talk of a generous messenger.
The one with power, confirmed at the One with the Throne.
Obeyed then honest.
And your companion is not mad.
And he has seen him in the evident horizon.
And He is not prudent upon the Absentia.
And it is not the talk of a stoned Satan.
So where are you going?
Indeed, it is only a Reminder to the realms.
To whoever wished of you to be straight.
But you cannot wish unless Allah wishes, the Lord of the Realms.