Dear Most Merciful of those who give mercy
The Originator and Creator of all things plenty
The Greatest Planner, providing endlessly
The Benevolent, Kind, bestowing briskly
I no longer know where I must reside,
Where I must lie?
To what path I must stride?
In the spectrum of life.
I have bumped into many creatures of light
Blinding to the sight
Beauty unbelieving to mind
Wondering how many more of this kind?
I am humbled to dust.
In their presence I must
Acknowledge and Trust
That You know what I must
become.
Guide me to what is best for me,
Encouraging my soul to be happy
A body and mind that is free
For this I ask and I plead
Grant me victory.
