where the earth shifts and changes
Mountain ranges crumbling
rising, rolling, blowing away
with every whispering rush.
how can I walk without sinking?
And how do the bushes plant their roots,
in such a transient place?
When the sun sets and the moon rises,
and the heat is replaced by ruthless cold,
I recognize this place as a sign from You, ya Rabb.
Here, the ground is not solid, and yet I walk,
Here, the path changes and the hills move away,
and direction flees like a frightened bird,
Here, the heat does not relieve,
unless its a fire in the night,
And here, the cold does not refresh,
unless its water in the day.
And the wind may greet you with a kiss,
or it may blind you, bury you.
leave you lost.
There is no balance, no mercy, no guide.
No crutch to lean on, no neighbor.
None but You,
No path more solid or straight,
No reward more refreshing,
No mercy more relieving,
No word truer than Yours.
“Ya Muqallibal Quloob Thabbit Qalbee ‘alaa Deenik.”
“Oh, Turner of the Hearts (Allah, Most High),
Keep our Hearts Firm on Your Religion.”