Текст и перевод песни Rhoma Irama - Taqwa

Taqwa

Yang miskin jangan bersedih
Dan jangan sesali diri
Yang kaya janganlah bangga
Dan jangan busungkan dada

Derajat manusia di sisi Tuhannya
Bukan karena hartanya
Derajat manusia di sisi Tuhannya
Hanya karena takwanya

Dari itu bertakwalah
Dalam hidup yang berharta
Dari itu bertakwalah
Dalam hidup yang tak punya

Firman Tuhan
Di dalam kitab suci-Nya Alquran
Miskin dan kaya itu sama
Sesungguhnya
Keduanya itu hanya ujian
Bagi orang-orang beriman

Mampukah si miskin menjalani penderitaan?
Berimankah dia di dalam kekurangan?
Mampukah si kaya mengendalikan hawa nafsunya?
Berimankah dia di dalam kelebihan?

Yang miskin jangan bersedih
Dan jangan sesali diri
Yang kaya janganlah bangga
Dan jangan busungkan dada

Derajat manusia di sisi Tuhannya
Bukan karena hartanya
Derajat manusia di sisi Tuhannya
Hanya karena takwanya

Dari itu bertakwalah
Dalam hidup yang berharta
Dari itu bertakwalah
Dalam hidup yang tak punya

Firman Tuhan
Di dalam kitab suci-Nya Alquran
Miskin dan kaya itu sama
Sesungguhnya
Keduanya itu hanya ujian
Bagi orang-orang beriman

Mampukah si miskin menjalani penderitaan?
Berimankah dia di dalam kekurangan?
Mampukah si kaya mengendalikan hawa nafsunya?
Berimankah dia di dalam kelebihan?

Yang miskin jangan bersedih
Dan jangan sesali diri
Yang kaya janganlah bangga
Dan jangan busungkan dada

Derajat manusia di sisi Tuhannya
Bukan karena hartanya
Derajat manusia di sisi Tuhannya
Hanya karena takwanya

Dari itu bertakwalah
Dalam hidup yang berharta
Dari itu bertakwalah
Dalam hidup yang tak punya

Piety

Those who are poor, don't you grieve, my love,
And don't lament your fate, my dear,
Those who are rich, don't boast, my sweet,
And don't puff out your chest with pride, my fair.

A man's worth in the eyes of his Lord, my love,
Isn't measured by his wealth, my dear,
A man's worth in the eyes of his Lord, my sweet,
Is solely by his piety, my fair.

So be pious, my love,
In a life of wealth, my dear,
So be pious, my sweet,
In a life of poverty, my fair.

God's word, my love,
In His holy book, the Quran, my dear,
Poor and rich are equal, my sweet,
Truly, my fair,
Both are merely a test, my love,
For those who believe, my dear.

Can the poor endure suffering, my love?
Do they remain faithful in their lack, my dear?
Can the rich control their desires, my sweet?
Do they remain faithful in their abundance, my fair?

Those who are poor, don't you grieve, my love,
And don't lament your fate, my dear,
Those who are rich, don't boast, my sweet,
And don't puff out your chest with pride, my fair.

A man's worth in the eyes of his Lord, my love,
Isn't measured by his wealth, my dear,
A man's worth in the eyes of his Lord, my sweet,
Is solely by his piety, my fair.

So be pious, my love,
In a life of wealth, my dear,
So be pious, my sweet,
In a life of poverty, my fair.

God's word, my love,
In His holy book, the Quran, my dear,
Poor and rich are equal, my sweet,
Truly, my fair,
Both are merely a test, my love,
For those who believe, my dear.

Can the poor endure suffering, my love?
Do they remain faithful in their lack, my dear?
Can the rich control their desires, my sweet?
Do they remain faithful in their abundance, my fair?

Those who are poor, don't you grieve, my love,
And don't lament your fate, my dear,
Those who are rich, don't boast, my sweet,
And don't puff out your chest with pride, my fair.

A man's worth in the eyes of his Lord, my love,
Isn't measured by his wealth, my dear,
A man's worth in the eyes of his Lord, my sweet,
Is solely by his piety, my fair.

So be pious, my love,
In a life of wealth, my dear,
So be pious, my sweet,
In a life of poverty, my fair.