S53 – His Supplication in Abasing himselfS53 – His Supplication in Abasing himself

My Lord,

my sins have silenced me,

and my words have been cut off.

 

 

I have no argument,

for I am the prisoner of my own affliction,

the hostage to my works,

the frequenter of my own offense,

the confused in my intended way,

the thwarted.

 

 

I have brought myself to a halt

in the halting place of the abased sinners,

the halting place of the wretched and insolent,

those who think lightly of Your promise.

 

 

Glory be to You!

What insolence I have insolently shown toward You!

What delusion with which I have deluded myself!

 

 

My Master,

have mercy on my falling flat on my face

the slipping of my foot,

grant me my ignorance through Your clemency,

and my evildoing through Your beneficence,

for I admit my sin and I confess my offense:

 

 

Here are my hand and my forelock!

I am resigned to retaliation against my soul!

Have mercy on my white hair,

the depletion of my days,

the nearing of my term,

my frailty, my misery,

and the paucity of my stratagems!

 

 

My Master,

and have mercy upon me

when my trace is cut off from this world,

my mention is effaced among the creatures,

and I join the forgotten,

like the forgotten ones!

 

 

My Master,

and have mercy upon me

at the change of my form and state

when my body decays,

my limbs are scattered,

my joints are dismembered!

O my heedlessness toward what was wanted from me!

 

 

My Master,

have mercy upon me

at my mustering and uprising

and on that day,

appoint my standing place with Your friends,

my place of emergence with Your beloveds,

and my dwelling in Your neighborhood!

O Lord of the worlds!

 

 

 

 

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