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[qarrar]

So why wouldn't I cry!

I cry for surrendering my life.
I cry because of the darkness of my grave.
I cry because of the narrowness of my grave.
I cry for the questioning of Munkar and Nakeer of me.

I cry from my leaving my grave naked, humiliated and carrying my book (of deeds) on my back.
I look to the right once and to the left once and I discover that people today have other concern than mine,
For every person that day has a concern of his own.

Some faces today are bright, laughing and joyful,
while other faces that day are dusty,
loaded with submission and humility.
O' Master!
I settle my destination, dependence,
hope and reliance upon you.
And with Your mercy, I cling.
You bestow Your mercy on whom so ever you please.
And you guide with Your benevolence whomever You like.

So praise to You for Your purifying my heart,
from taking false partners to You.
And praise to You for releasing my tongue.
Is it with this heavy tongue of mine I thank You,
Or with the utmost effort of mine do I satisfy You?

And what is the value of my tongue?
O' Lord, when it comes to thanking You?
O' my Lord!
Even if You tied me with the chains of hell,
And You deprived me Your flowing stream (of favours) from between the witnesses (of the day of Judgment).

And You pointed out my scandals to the eyes of Your worshippers.
And You ordered me to hell.
And You isolated me from the company of the faithfuls.
I would not end my hope in You, and I would not dismiss my reassurance of Your pardon.

And my love to You would not depart from my heart.
I do not forget the helping hand You bestowed upon me,
and Your protection of my secrets in life.

~Dua Abu Hamza Thumali