Gathered beneath glass and light
Gathered to listen and to pray
Future husbands and future wives
And those already far in lives
Ask for paths out of the fray
But I feel like a hidden thief
A beggar ashamed, drowned in grief,
For all I’ve done and all I’ve said
I feel in my heart a painful dread.
It beats off-key with fear,
Turns cold with regret and shame,
And there exposed in all my woes
Al-Haqq, Ar-Rahman, I pray in His name.
Al-Wadud, Al-Jalil. Creator of mine,
I’ve done so much wrong, and yet
I’m still here.
Al-Hakim, Ar-Raqib, correct for me, all.
Al Majid, Al-Waliyy, don’t let me fall.
Give me light upon light,
Guide me through all.