Let every joy be rooted in A joy that never dies That when the former fades away The latter dries your eyes

Love your country dearlyA love never forgottenBut like all loves, don’t spoil itFor then it becomes rotten

I’m not that quickI’m not that smartNo super skillsNo fancy artBut I can sitAnd I can waitFor goodness tendsTo walk in lateAnd I can wait

My Lord, how great the sign in every sinFor every sin produces one of two:A servant humbled by the mess he’s inOr a wretch preferring…

It’s a sign of perfection sublime To render all things imperfect As one scene of pleasure That cools without measure A heart that is burned…

There’s nothing more active Than listening Be totally racked if You miss a thing To hear, and to question What’s made out it’s nest in…

The only one to bow to is One And if you must know how to become Unbowing to creation Then seek that lowly station Where…

When you thinkThat you’ve made itThen something occursReducing your selfIn your sightKnow that you Like all thingsAre in the controlOf that OneIndivisible LightIstighfār is a muscleThat’s…

Inhale shukr Exhale ṣabr Repeat until you Reach the qabr

Let’s put on our tauhīd glasses (Of course they’re tinted green) And maybe we’ll see glimpses of The things that Khidr’s seen