O writer of destinies,
let a life of peace be my fate,
for my pages of existence lay disarrayed.
Allah,let your wonders manifest,
surcharge my heart with ardent zest.
O sanctifier of the spirit,
infuse my frail heart with sanctity,
for filth increases its frailty.
Fill with knowledge,my heart is hollow,
might turn for better, the days of woe.
O patron of the poor,
rescue indwelling imperiled flame,
or I will die at your threshold crying your name.
My wounded heart seeks your love to heal,
my bruises await your cloak to conceal.
O lover of the spirit,
I am a sinner,feeble and friendless,
dreading afflictions render me helpless.
No longer can be the twilight borne,
bedazzle my life, come be my dawn.