I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow
And I'm left in this whole wide world alone
No hope have I for tomorrow
I'm trying to make heaven my home.

Sometimes, I am tossed and driven, Lord
Sometimes I don't know where to roam
I've heard of a city called heaven
And I'm striving to make heaven my home

    City Called Heaven / Old Negro Spiritual unknown


From the Qur'an...


إِنَّ أَصْحَابَ الْجَنَّةِ الْيَوْمَ فِي شُغُلٍ فَاكِهُونَ 

·  Verily the Companions of the Garden shall that Day have joy in all that they do 

هُمْ وَأَزْوَاجُهُمْ فِي ظِلَالٍ عَلَى الْأَرَائِكِ مُتَّكِؤُونَ 

·  They and their associates will be in groves of cool shade, reclining on Thrones of dignity

لَهُمْ فِيهَا فَاكِهَةٌ وَلَهُم مَّا يَدَّعُونَ 

·  Every fruit enjoyment will be there for them; they shall have whatever they call for

سَلَامٌ قَوْلًا مِن رَّبٍّ رَّحِيمٍ 

·  "Peace!" - a word of salutation from a Lord Most Merciful! -       

                                                                                                                                                                              Sura al Ya-Seen    36 : 55 - 58