- in the name of Allah -

Oh Rabb, 
how often on this journey will I break,
how often will I turn to pieces, 

that You might fish my remnants from this lake,
and turn me into something seamless?

Oh Rabb,
I swear I have perished thus, at least a thousand times,
how oft that blade does pierce so deep,
turning into shreds all things which bleed, 
what's there left to proclaim as mine?

Oh Rabb,
forgive me, I am so blind,
to so often miss,
at the surface, or in-between the lines,
all that Your mercy is.