The Trembling Tent

I see
A reflection of me

Walking down the lane
of blame

Asking my past and looking at what I've done
And I every time I remember a sin, I run

I seek forgiveness from the Most Merciful, the Almighty
And I will try my best to pass the test and stick to piety

Taking another lane, the lane of hope
I wonder about the future and how it will be, it seems to me, a slippery slope

I won't worry too much, I really can't anymore
It's really not of much use--to knock on mystery's door

So I welcome optimism with strong legs as I tread its path
And fight worry's ugly, painful wrath...

Oh Allah help your weak servant, the servant writing this
And bless the readers with the Ferdous and endless bliss

Layla Khayyam