In Search Of Integrity.

O! my self! poor self! , What do you crave for? Don't you know? The gifts of God lie, In the cradle of endurance, But you sail, In the coffin of whims, O Abdulrazak. O! my self! poor self! , What are you proud of? Don't you know? That pride has a fall, And shame follows fame, But you exalt self, In the coffin of pride, O Abdulrazak. O! my self! poor self! What do you beautify? Don't you know? That time takes away, And the body turns ugly, But you beautify, In the coffin of masks, O Abdulrazak. O! my self! poor self! What are you hoarding? Don't you know? That no material wealth accompanies, And you depart alone, But you accumulate, In the coffin of wealth, O Abdulrazak. O! my self! poor self! What do you wait for? Don't you know? That death awaits, In fall of every second, But you pass time, In the coffin of 'tomorrows', O Abdulrazak. O! my self! poor self! What do you plan for? Don't you know? There's a mighty universal plan, To defend your plan, But you fabricate, In the coffin of plots, O Abdulrazak.