|To You, my Beloved,|
I complain of my weakness,
and my lack of support
and the humiliation I suffer from my fellowmen.
O the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful!
You are the Lord of the weak,
and you are my Beloved.
To whom do You leave me?
To a distant person who receives me with hostility?
Or to an enemy You have given power over me?
As long as You are not displeased with me,
I do not care what I face.
Your forgiveness is all
that matters to me
I seek refuge in the light of Your Countenance
By which all darkness is dispelled
and dissolve all challenges of the world
and the hereafter,
lest Your wrath descends upon me.
I desire Your pleasure and satisfaction
To You is the supplication
Until it reaches Your Rida
Verily there is no power
other than You.
~ Rabia Basri
(What is Rida ?
It is the Perfect Contentment out of Love of the Beloved.)