In The Relentless War Against The Wicked Nafs Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the relentless war against the wicked nafs,
My soul besieged by its cunning ambush,
The Satan, a mere metaphor for this treacherous foe,
Cloaks evil as virtue, bidding me astray.

Would I succumb to this hidden adversary's guile,
Or compel it to yield to the divine truth's sway?
The divine Word, my shield 'gainst the serpent nafs,
Its sinister hissings quelled before me.

Only by divine decree doth Contentment's kiss alight,
Guiding my weary soul through the labyrinth of strife,
In this ceaseless struggle, the quest for inner peace,
Where truth and righteousness are the victor's prize.