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LANALLAH __Islamic BlogZine__
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Whispers of the Night
by Sh. Abu Yusuf Riyadh ul Haq
I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept
And humbling myself before my Creator I wept
Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt
And dejectedly began to lament what I felt
With a torn heart I gave a torn heart to my woes and fears And in great anguish and sorrow I let flow my tears
With poignant emotions raging in me so fierce
I hoped that my prayers would the heavens pierce
Oh Maker of my destiny, Master of my fate I cried
Thou art the only refuge and succour for one so tried
'Tis before Thee alone that I bemoan
Sufferings of mine only to Thee known
Pains and torments that I can no longer bear
Hopes and wishes I can entrust only to Thy care
For 'Tis only the ocean of Thine infinite bounty that sustains all
And only Thy forgiveness that restores those that fall
'Tis to Thee alone Oh Benevolent that I extend my hands in plea
To whom besides Thee can this wretched soul flee
Forgive my sins and grant me my desires Oh Almighty
Reject me not, for nothing can redeem me save Thy mercy
I pounded on the door of mercy as the world slept
And humbling myself before my Creator I wept
Hands raised high and head bowed I knelt
And dejectedly began to lament what I felt
With a torn heart I gave a torn heart to my woes and fears And in great anguish and sorrow I let flow my tears
With poignant emotions raging in me so fierce
I hoped that my prayers would the heavens pierce
Oh Maker of my destiny, Master of my fate I cried
Thou art the only refuge and succour for one so tried
'Tis before Thee alone that I bemoan
Sufferings of mine only to Thee known
Pains and torments that I can no longer bear
Hopes and wishes I can entrust only to Thy care
For 'Tis only the ocean of Thine infinite bounty that sustains all
And only Thy forgiveness that restores those that fall
'Tis to Thee alone Oh Benevolent that I extend my hands in plea
To whom besides Thee can this wretched soul flee
Forgive my sins and grant me my desires Oh Almighty
Reject me not, for nothing can redeem me save Thy mercy
¶
5:28 PM
