Man's Blindness Poem by Mohammad Saif

How could we the wicked conceive,
How we thy providence receive?
Embroiled in these worldly fancies
Turning from thou man never sees
With our heads high and pride within
We reject never what is sin,
Thy magnificence eternal.
Thine is heaven; the infernal.
Dare we mortals comprehend thee?
Greatness unmatched, O almighty.
O thou who have ensconced Himself
Behind the veils thou hid thyself
From thy creation in this life,
Until clock strikes of afterlife.
For if holy ‘hijabbun noor'
Casts its minutest on the moor,
If be lifted for us to see
Fall us all begging for mercy.