Ya Rahman, I submit this soul
to you, Ya Rahman
Which was never mine
Oh Noor, cast out the shadows
of death
that grip necks, let light flood
on that young face
Ismail – and God heard him
the cries of a father
who pled to God to relieve him
of his burden
to sacrifice his son
And God heard him
Abraham, crying in the desert
in full submission
fully surrendering his ownership
of his son
Oh Rahman, Oh Noor, Oh Wudood, Oh Ghafoor
Forgive me, for I have not
surrendered
Like my father Ibrahim
the pain from the torment
from the tear,
Is a burden too heavy to bear
For I am not a prophet
flocking sheep in the sand
I am but a lowly beggar
of your mercy
Oh relieve me from despair
Let your Noor shine on this
darkened place, this darkened face
this maddened pace
this futile race
Oh Comforter, Sustainer
Oh Healer, My Creator
Restore the light of my eyes to
a lofty place, in your
Holy Eminent Grace
Forgive us, so we can one day
behold your face
Ameen
