O infinite in beauty, whose endless good befalls,
the creatures You have made, so answer all our calls!
You alone save drowning souls, so gracious with our states,
rescuing the doomed, relieving our dire straits:
Constriction is increasing, there is no cure in sight,
So hasten to our needs, respond to set them right!
Our hands are raised to You, our palms are open wide:
We seek sincerely endless grace You do provide.
Be gentle with our souls in all You have decreed,
Bestow on us what pleases You in what we need.
Replace our state of hardship with Your gentle ease,
And guide us with Your power’s prevailing breeze,
And place our status over those who took our lands,
Constrain their evil now, and tightly bind their hands;
Overcome our foes with Your subduing might,
Unravel all their hopes, and force them to take flight;
Deter their evil aims, and dash their unjust plan;
Repel them from our gates, and mystify each man.
Be swift in justice, Lord, in this our anxious hour,
For they cannot remove an atom of Your power.
Ameen.
-Dua’ an-Nasiri: The Prayer of the Oppressed
