Ode to my neighbor

Woe to you forgetful man;
Woe to your offspring.
Pursuer of the fleeing world;
Where are your bounties?
Ever took a walk to the cemetery?

Just returned; went to bury my neighbor.
He requested for my sandals.
Made him a promise;
‘I will give it to you soon.’
Selfishly, I held on to it.
Now, he is gone.
Gone for eternity.

We went with his worldly possessions.
In his shallow grave, we flung him;
Six-foot grave, my foot.
Even his old caftan was not spared.
Everything, we brought back to inherit.

Definitely, his final drive is to his Lord.
Him and his deeds alone.
With tears in our eyes, we fled him.
Crocodile tears, crocodile love.