The power to contract and expand,
Whose is it in this land?
For every servant, all these traits
Rest with Al-Kabid's hand.
He lessens wealth and joy at times,
By His wisdom's perfect way,
Protection and great blessings lie
O servant, hear and obey.
Poverty, provision, pardon, grace,
All part of trials sent,
To lose all hope would be a sin,
O children of descent.
After sleep He holds the soul,
In His grasp He keeps it tight,
Returns it back at break of dawn,
Without our asking, by His might.
To lift our lack and gain barakah,
I'll call upon His name,
Remembrance bears its fruitful yield,
In barakah it will remain.
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