O’ Allah, when it is my turn to leave, I hope it happens in a stupendous season as this… What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. When Israfel shall come, I will ask him for a ride on the 7 skies. I have visions on my death, I can see: The white coffin, the undertakers, the funeral pyres, the Koran recitals… What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. What a beautiful day today. What a beautiful way to die. How splendid are the white ‘djellabas’ in such a parade. I can see varaint people revering : One God, one heart, one love … Some with redundant tears would say : ‘ He was such a good and wiseman…God bless him…’ ‘I knew him for a while but he was pleaseful… to Allah we belong and to Him we return…’ I can see a beloved one sileantly moaning like a cat And fertilising my tomb soil with tears… What a beautiful day today . ...