Longing for Your Vision
In the joys of Paradise, the heart does not weep excessively;
it only weeps for the glimpse of You.
If ever I could behold You, my Lord,
even in the fiery depths of Hell, I would be blessed, blessed indeed.
Where no one belongs to anyone,
“Ya Nafsi, Ya Nafsi”—fear arises.
There, my refuge is You;
beneath Your shadow, what warmth surpasses twelve suns!
Whatever sins and wrongs I have committed, O Lord,
grant forgiveness even for those offenses.
Ar-Rahman will judge with unparalleled fairness,
and nothing can equal the mercy of Ar-Rahim.
No matter how harsh the battlefield of Qiyamah,
in the heart of forgiveness, Al-Ghafoor will remain.
The just and the unjust alike will experience the hope of mercy,
and the sinner will seek only the gaze of the Merciful One.
22 Shrabon, 1423 — D.C. Road,
Chattogram
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