The Whispered Prayer of the Complainers
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In the Name of God, the
All-merciful,
the All-compassionate
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My God,
to Thee I complain of a soul
commanding
to evil,308
rushing
to offenses,
eager
to disobey Thee,
and
exposing itself to Thy anger.
It takes me on the roads of
disasters,
it
makes me the easiest of perishers before Thee;
many its pretexts,
drawn
out its expectations;
when evil touches it,
it
is anxious,
when good touches it,
grudging;309
inclining to sport and
diversion,
full
of heedlessness and inattention,
it hurries me to misdeeds
and
makes me delay repentance. |
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My God,
I complain to Thee
of
an enemy who misguides me
and
a satan who leads me astray.
He has filled my breast with
tempting thoughts,
and
his suggestions have encompassed my heart.
He supports caprice against
me,
embellishes
for me the love of this world,
and
separates me from obedience and proximity! |
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My God,
to Thee I complain
of
a heart that is hard,
turned
this way and that by tempting thoughts,
clothed
in rust and the seal,310
and
of an eye
too
indifferent to weep in fear of Thee
and
eagerly seeking that which gladdens it! |
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My God,
there is no force and no
strength
except
in Thy power,
and no deliverance for me from
the detested things of this world
save
through Thy preservation.
So I ask Thee
by
Thy far-reaching wisdom
and
Thy penetrating will
not to let me expose myself to
other than Thy munificence
and
not to turn me into a target for trials!
Be for me
a
helper against enemies,
a
coverer of shameful things and faults,
a
protector against afflictions,
a
preserver against acts of disobedience!
By Thy clemency and mercy,
O
Most Merciful of the merciful! |
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