It was early in the morning at four,
When death knocked upon a bedroom door.
Who is there? The sleeping one cried.
I am Malkul Maut (Angel Of Death), let me inside.
At once, the man began to shiver,
As one sweating in deadly fever,
He shouted to his sleeping wife,
Do not let him take away my life.
Please go away, O Angel of Death!
Leave me alone, I am not ready yet.
My parents and family on me depends,
Give me a chance, O please prepense!
The angel knocked again and again,
Friend! I will take your life without pain,
This your soul Allah requires,
I come not with my own desires.
Bewildered, the man began to cry,
O Angel I am so afraid to die,
I will give you gold and be your slave,
Do not send me to the unlit grave.
Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said,
Open the door; get up from your bed,
If you do not allow me in,
I will walk through it, like a Jinn.
The man held a gun in his hand,
Ready to defy the Angels’ stand.


