The Final Reckoning

ہارس نِنٛدٕر پیٚیَم یامَتھ پۄہ گوم

Haaras nindar peyam yaamath poh goom

I slumbered through the summer until the freezing winter arrived

کارَس دۄہ گرٛنٛز ژام نہٕ اکھ

Kaaras doh granz tsaam na akh

And failed to account for even a single day of honest work

آدنٕچ کرٛے تہٕ کارُن وٮؠہہ گوم

Aadanich kray te kaarun weh goom

The fruitful toil of youth tasted like bitter poison to me

تَتھ پنتھانس ہیٚژٕم نہٕ سکھ

Tath panthaanas hetsim na sakh

And I shirked the hardships of that demanding path

ژِیوٗنُم نہٕ یام مَنٛدین دۄہ گوم

Tsyoonum na yaam mandeen doh goom

I did not even realize how swiftly the daylight slipped away

زیوٗنُم نہٕ کینٛہہ تہٕ لٔجِم ہَکھ

Zyoonum na keh te lajim hakh

I earned nothing, yet the hour of reckoning was upon me

تیٚلہِ پیوس فِکرن ییٚلہِ وۄتھُن کوہ گوم

Teli pyos fikran yeli wothun koh goom

Worry seized me only when merely standing up became a mountainous task

پَتے آم یَم یوٗرؠ، تہٕ دوٚپنَم پَکھ

Patay aam Yam yoor, te dopnam pakh

And then the Angel of Death arrived, and commanded, "Walk!"