Am I among the waverers?
Have I been poisoned by time
in the company of scoffing mushrikun?
am I on?
Do I seek honours from God alone
or does fame and fortune still beckon?
When I stand upon the
the wide spaces fill me with taqwa
and from my heart, Al-Mu'izz, I sing your praises
but when the
wooden door slams
on this rabbit hutch, I struggle to find fortitude
though like Ayoub, perhaps I do not deny You, but curse You for my sores
Let that be my better name, then -
and I beg You bestow Your honours as I dishonour myself