Inferior, I am.
نحن ندعو الإله فى كل كربثم ننساه عند كشف الكروبفكيف نرجو إجابة لدعاءٍقد سددنا طريقها بالذنوبWe 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 answeredWhen 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.... ;'(
