-Knees are down,
-Palms against the ground,
-Surface and face abound.
-In whispers, a desperate craving howl
-Of fear, the heart's humbling sound...
*
-"Oh Holy, Oh Mighty, Oh Maker of the rumbling Clouds."
-To You 'alone' I prostrate,
To You 'alone' I bow.
-Guide me not like the Apostate,
-Guide me unto a path with no turns around.
-Of Your remembrance, fill my heart with scolding Waves,
-Make my Existence a reverence to Your Holy Crown
-Of Your most generous 'Rahma' I crave,
-From Your wrathful rage I Shroud...
*
-"Oh Ruler of the double sevens,
-"Oh Owner of the Illuminating lamps."
-Register me to dwell Your bounteous Heavens,
-Conceive me with those You take their Vows
-Make my days worthwhile the cradle,
-Lead my ways into a worthy Ground.
*
-"Oh Beckon-er of hidden hustles,
-"Oh Reckon-er of all quiet praise."
-Accept me as mild and humble,
-Accept me as the weakness You Made
-Raise me as I fall and stumble,
-Forgive me and my ills when am numb and awake.
-Endow me with the cloak of wisdom,
-Enshrine me with a knowledge un-taint...
*
-"Oh Watcher of the dwellers of the opens,
-"Oh Securer of the 'refuge of the caves'."
-Hear these rumbles and save Your slave,
-See these tussles as not an act of knave.
-Accept these as an act of the obedient slave.
-Purify this body and soul from all evil rave,
-Encompass this heart and mind with love and faith...
*
-"Oh bearer of the Mightiest Couch,
-"Oh Turner of the nights into days."
-Accept me and from me these vows of vouch,
-Strengthen my knees to keep up with the pace.
-As my knees are down,
-Palms and thighs abound.
-Eyes against the ground.
-Of fear, the heart's humble Sound...
Ibn Adam...
