A Poet Once said:
O you who seeks the hand of the dunya in marriage! Know that she has a new lover everyday;
She takes a husband now, yet gives herself at the same time to an other elsewhere;
She only accepts lovers so that she may kill them in her bosom one by one;
I have been fooled and the affliction is spreading in my body little by little;
Ready yourself and take provisions for death, for the herald has called: ‘tis time to leave, ‘tis time to leave!