Increase in religion and life

The call is raised in the mosques for worship

And the church bells ring for prayer

So people come to them and not others for salvation

And others revolt and women

Worship God and misery follows them

So those who know are not equal to those who do not know

And those who do not do like him are not guided

The musk depends on them in its purposes

And the patient among them holds back until he justifies

So you do not see the first humble in the house of God

And the one who forgets his prayer is like nothing

No matter how much he shines or gives charity to his soul

He who severs the ties of kinship does not miss anything

And if he holds on to it, he must work

Perhaps his right in it is an end for others

So he does not regret what came or went

And because it is another day, let him wait for its arrival

It is past if he is negligent in catching it

His life may bring him what he does not desire

And not every opportunity for his share will reach him

It is a whirlpool and it seems to him like a game

Because it has its rules and he must He reveals it

So he does not wait for luck when it is rare

Even if he strains his mind to find the way to salvation

Life is a train that does not pay attention to those who are late

No matter how many excuses he makes or blames his bad luck

If he chases his bite, he may succeed or he may fall

If he waits for it, he may survive

And if he is where he deserves his right, he will find it

Better to be late than not to arrive

He will definitely stumble or he may come close

No matter how much time passes, he will not prostrate

It is beautiful to see himself honored by it

And it is more beautiful to have a reputation for it

Life is nothing but a challenge, and if we are deprived

We are its guests, even if we do not want

And from its generosity to us, we are not defeated

And among us are those who do not understand or comprehend

And from the broad imagination, if he searches, he will seize

O you who have woken up, the dawn has risen

And life runs with us to where we do not know

So ride on yourself and fly for glory

It is not a land without crops or glory

In it, if you plant a seed, you become An ear of wheat

For the grandfather, the father, and the son to eat from

The best endings are for those who sow and reap

If he is free, let him strive and yearn for his Lord