دعا

O Lord! To the Muslim’s heart grant that live longing; which may warm the heart, which may restlessness to the soul grant.

Again brighten up every speck of dust of the Valley of Faran; again; Longing for the Spectacle, taste for the asking grant.

Again to the one deprived of the Spectacle the discerning eye grant; whatever I have seen, to others also its sight grant.

Again guide the strayed away deer towards the Haram* to the one addicted to city, vastness of wilderness grant.

Again in the forlorn heart create the Last Day’s tumult; again to this empty camel-litter the lover of Lailah grant.

In the darkness of this age to every perturbed heart that mark of Love which may embarrass the moon grant.

In elegance raise the Muslims’ goals to the level of Thurayyah; self-respect of the ocean, freedom of the sea shore grant.

Love should be pure, candor fearless should be! Grant Light to hearts, hearts like crystal grant.

Grant the feeling for signs of the calamity in today’s tumult concern for tomorrow grant.

I am the wailing nightingale of a ruined rose garden; I am the supplicant for acceptance, O Benevolent one alms to the beggar grant.