A Prayer. Poem by The Ashraf Sheikh

O my LORD! make me great.
Help me out of this distress,
Tired of all these sufferings,
I want to bear them no more.
Yes! I'm completely exhausted
My powers lie futile,
In the darkness of this never ending space.

Perhaps, bless me with greatness
So, that I do something for me and my race!
Please my Lord! I don't want
I don't want this life of absurdity,
Ending up without fulfilling my need,
O Lord! please grant me your grant,
Which i mean it to be.
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I've done in excess:
My name and fame now kills me,
The world is not the one I mean it to be.
I want to quit, quit forever from this mirage.
It never satisfied me nor will it at all!
I don't want to bear this stress anymore,
Make me free and let me go;
And let me take rest in your sandy bed,
For long, long days yet to come,
And promise me my hereafter,
I'm really tired of this world,
And want to live immortal,
In your 'Kingdom of Gold'...