Inferior, I am.


نحن ندعو الإله فى كل كرب

ثم ننساه عند كشف الكروب

فكيف نرجو إجابة لدعاءٍ

قد سددنا طريقها بالذنوب


We pray to God in every distress,
And then we forget Him when our distress is lifted.
How can we hope that our prayer will be answered
When we have blocked its path with sins?




I came to the end of Your street, running, running.

Tears came down my cheek, washing, washing.

Union with You, I am helplessly seeking, seeking.

My soul I surrender while Your name I am reciting, reciting.





Those two poems do make me feel inferior.
Ya rabbi, ighfirlii.... ;'(



 

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