Poem:Death by Emily Dickinson (recited by Shaykh Hamza at RIS Knowledge Retreat)

http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/english/melani/cs6/stop.html

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

Iqbal: Sitaroon sey agay jahan Aur bhee hain ( Beyond the stars, there are yet other worlds)

A very uplifting "ghazal" written by Allama Iqbal ( translation is below)

The original is on this website. And here is the translation:

Beyond the stars are yet other worlds:

There are yet more trials of love ahead!

These extensive vistas do not exist in the void of lower life:

There are hundreds of other caravans here!

Do not be content with this world of colour and scent:

There are yet other gardens; other nests!

Why grieve if this one nest be lost?

There are yet more places for clamor and complaint!

You are the royal falcon; soaring is your pursuit:

Before you are yet other firmaments (to soar up to)!

Do not lose yourself by being enmeshed in this day and night (i.e. in serial time):

You have yet another Time (as pure Duration) and yet other spaces (to conquer)!

The days are gone when I was alone in thin gathering:

Now here I have confidants as well!