Take all my fears of poverty
Of sickness, mediocrity
Of tyrannous authority
And gray unpopularity
Transform these fears, Ya Rabb
Under Your Mercy’s pressure
Into a fertile phobia
Of earning Your displeasure
Micropoetry
9-4-1441
This separation pains me so
A dagger pressed into my side
How fortunate are those who by
That patch of Paradise abide
A dagger pressed into my side
How fortunate are those who by
That patch of Paradise abide
9-3-1441
Let me feel Your Rahmah fall
As sunshine or as rain
Washing away all of all
Till only You remain
As sunshine or as rain
Washing away all of all
Till only You remain
Wretched
No matter how many mouths I feed
How selflessly kind or noble the deed
It’s only taufīq if I see the tauhīd
If I don’t I must be the wretch in need
How selflessly kind or noble the deed
It’s only taufīq if I see the tauhīd
If I don’t I must be the wretch in need
Just saying
It’s only wise if you can tell
That the saying when it’s said
Is a wisdom as well
That the saying when it’s said
Is a wisdom as well
Horizon
Patient submission lies in
The manner you see the horizon:
The sky is your hopes
The sea, your plans
The wind churning waves
The wheel in your hands
The manner you see the horizon:
The sky is your hopes
The sea, your plans
The wind churning waves
The wheel in your hands
Deluge
I lost my way
On the brightest day
For the path that was lit
Led to darkness
I found my sight
In the darkest night
When I drowned in the flood
Of His Nūr
On the brightest day
For the path that was lit
Led to darkness
I found my sight
In the darkest night
When I drowned in the flood
Of His Nūr
Giving
To not have the last word
Is a charity you can afford
Is a charity you can afford
Coughing
All my spite
Is just my soul
Coughing
Is just my soul
Coughing
Straightaway
There can be no shortcuts
If the way is straight
Only places you stop
To sit down and wait
Till you’re strong enough
To go on
If the way is straight
Only places you stop
To sit down and wait
Till you’re strong enough
To go on