O Most Merciful turn Your attention to me,
I am not one of Your pious servants I have not a single good deed.
I have a question, something that puzzles me,
If only Your good and pious You listen to then where else will us sinners take our plea?
We have no other door to turn to,
No one else is there to hear us,
We will not leave Your door,
Until You will forgive us.
If our death comes while we are still calling You,
Let it come how it may,
We are ready to die on Your doorstep,
We will remain here night and day.
If You look at our case,
It is not so open and shut,
Lots of issues are tangled up,
We are stuck in a rut.
We did not intend to challenge Your authority,
Bad habits and desire overtook us,
Satan the accursed lay in ambush,
He was a vowed enemy of our father made of dust.
Are You governed by Your laws?
Before them does Your power fail?
Or does Your will dominate all?
Over Your wrath doesnt Your mercy prevail?
You are the Master of the Day,
When the heart of men will shake and tremble,
You are the Master on that Field,
Where the first and last of creation will assemble,
You are the Master on that Day,
To do as You wish and will,
You are the Master on the Day of Reckoning,
To simply "clear" our bill.
No one can say anything to You if You do,
No matter how much they may hate,
If You just simply clear our account on that day,
If You simply just clear our slate.
It is a very small task for You,
Simply between "Kaaf" and "Nun"
But it is a tremendous deal for us,
For us it is the greatest boon.
In my book of deeds, You and I both know,
I have nothing in there worthy to even show,
I am simply an idea,
You created me, fed me, caused me to grow.
You sheltered and provided for me,
You gave me water to drink,
You gave me the ability to read and write,
You gave me the power to think.
You taught me Your knowledge,
You opened my shut eyes,
You created the heaves and earth,
You cause the Sun to rise.
You are great and grand,
You are deserving of all praise,
Millions of angels row after row stand,
Only Your blessed name and honor they raise.
You are the King of Kings,
All perfection and beauty are in You,
For You are all the beautiful names,
Above any and all praise are You.
Forgive me my Allah,
Forgive me for the sake of Your Mustafa.
He will be distressed to see my bad condition,
So dont let the follower of Your Muhammad fail,
Dont let the heart of Your Muhammad sadden,
From his eyes my sins veil.
This cannot be undone and I am sure it will be greatly appreciated.
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