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 and might other than You.
~ Rabia Basri (What is Rida ? It is the Perfect Contentment out of Love of the Beloved.) |
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