O Weaver of the Worlds,
O Keeper of the unseen thread that binds every heart to every other,
O Master of the Day when all return to You alone—
I call upon You in the hush beneath the earth's upheaval.
Send relief upon the oppressed scattered across Your vast lands,
whose every cry rises to You like a hidden flame in night air.
Be the nearness that surrounds them when all distances fail,
the gentle hand that lifts what injustice has pressed down.
Grant aid to those who walk Your path with purity of intention,
and let their striving be a river carried by Your will—
until victory dawns, not as conquest, but as light unfolding over darkness.
O Hearer of the unspoken,
O Companion closer than breath,
let no wounded land remain outside Your mercy.
Let Gaza, Iran, and every wounded horizon of humanity
be touched by the rain of Your remembrance.
Hasten the ending of aggression as one ends a fever with dawn.
Lift the weight of spilled innocence from the soil of the world,
for none can restrain what You release,
and none can grant what You withhold.
O Most Just, O Most Merciful,
You who turn hearts as the wind turns leaves—
turn the hearts that have hardened into forgetting.
Those who clothe harm in the garments of reform,
unwrap their vision from illusion.
Lead them from the narrowness of domination
into the vastness of truth.
Replace their trembling with peace,
their fire of hatred with the water of compassion,
their ruinous hands with hands that build light among nations.
O Turner of hearts,
turn our own inward gaze toward You, steady and unshaken.
Leave within us no pride that blinds,
no wound that remains unhealed,
no soul bowed under what it cannot carry.
Let every scattered heart return to stillness in You,
let every burden find its rest in Your mercy.
Accept this whisper from us, O Lord of Worlds.
You are the All-Hearing, the All-Knowing.
All praise flows back to You as it flows forth from You.
And peace and blessings upon Muhammad,
the one through whom mercy was made known,
and upon his family and companions,
and upon all who walk gently upon the path of light.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem