I'm abandoned at Your door
to whom else would i resort
I came to You with depression
wishing to gain Your compassion****

O my Lord, Your my supporter, Your Merciful
Send Your mercy upon this weepy stand-up slave
Hope in You is never frustrated
You're the Tolerant and The Close
I raised my hands, hoping in You,
don't reject me O Respondent****

O my Lord, i came with baggages
laid them down and then buckled
In subservience i'm asking for satisfaction
Forgive my sins and what i gained
who would answer my prayer except You
if i'm rejected, then it's regret, suffer and misery****

from Your downpour
i sipto Your holy door i step
Accept my prayer, O my Creator, I'm a distracted lover
Seal my life with satisfaction
Forgive my shameful past
Let paradise be my destiny, and protect me from Hell's fire


taken from a nasheed

forlorn

It is narrated in the testaments of Luqman the wise that he said to his son:

"O my son, let not the cock be more clever than you. It calls at the early hours of dawn while you are asleep."

Assuredly he said well who said
The pigeon cooed in the darkness of the night
On a branch, in weakness while I was asleep.
I lied; for I swear that were I [Allah's] loved
Not the pigeons alone, but I too would weep;
I think I am lovesick, excessively forlorn
For my lord, but I weep not, though animals weep!

-Dear Beloved SonImam Abu Hamid Al-Ghazali

free?

I was going to tell you my storyBut waves of pain drowned my voice.
I tried to utter a word but my thoughts
Became fragile and shattered like glass.
Even the largest ship can capsize
In the stormy sea of love,
Let alone my feeble boat
Which shattered to pieces leaving me nothing
But a strip of wood to hold on to.
Small and helpless, rising to heaven
On one wave of love and falling with the next
I don’t even know if I am or I am not.
When I think I am, I find myself worthless,
When I think I am not, I find my value.
Like my thoughts, I die and rise again each day
So how can I doubt the resurrection?
Tired of hunting for love in this world,
At last I surrender in the valley of love
And become free.



Rumi