A Corrected Psalm of Life

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  1. Unbeknown

    Unbeknown Senior Moderator

    [Kahf 18:102] Do the disbelievers assume that they will be able to choose My bondmen as supporters other than Me? Indeed We have prepared hell to welcome the disbelievers.

    [Kahf 18:103] Say(O dear Prophet Mohammed – peace and blessings be upon him), "Shall we inform you whose are the most failed works?"

    [Kahf 18:104] "Of those whose efforts are lost in (pursuit of) the life of this world, and they think that they are doing good deeds."


    [Kahf 18:105] The people who disbelieved in the signs of their Lord and in the meeting with Him, therefore all their deeds are in vain –We shall therefore not establish any weighing for them on the Day of Resurrection.

    [Kahf 18:106] This is their reward – hell - because they disbelieved, and made a mockery of My verses and My Noble Messengers.

    [Kahf 18:107] Indeed those who believed and did good deeds – their welcome are the Gardens of Paradise.

    [Kahf 18:108] They will abide in it for ever, never wanting to shift from it.
     
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    Unbeknown Senior Moderator

  3. Unbeknown

    Unbeknown Senior Moderator

    the incorrect version can be read here.

    quite ironically for Longfellow:
     
  4. Unbeknown

    Unbeknown Senior Moderator

    A Psalm of Life
    (By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
    Edited for correction by yours truly

    What the heart of a young muslim said to the psalmist's critic (read H.W Longfellow)

    Tell me not, in wishful verses,
    That work in and of itself is an end! —
    For many a soul have toiled to their hearses,
    Only to find their efforts misspent.

    Life is real! Life is earnest!
    And though the grave may not be its goal;
    Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
    Was indeed an admonition to the soul.

    "Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
    Is our destined end or way;"
    Is an idea, that I wont borrow
    Since its such a senseless thing to say.

    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
    And our hearts, though stout and brave,
    Still, like muffled drums, are beating
    Funeral marches to the grave.

    In the world’s broad field of battle,
    In the bivouac of Life,
    Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
    But keep your head and bypass the strife!

    Trust no Future, but learn abundant
    From the Past that's oft taken for dead!
    And Act,— act in the living Present!
    Heart within, and God's grace o’erhead!

    Lives of pious men all remind us
    We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
    Footprints on the sands of time;

    Footprints, that perhaps another,
    Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
    Seeing, shall take heart again.

    Let us, then, be up and doing,
    For no small profit we stand to gain;
    Yet ever on our toes, lest deviating,
    We end up laboring all in vain.
     

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