Tell Me, My Friend, O What's This Bargain? Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Almighty, with me bide, in this age of strife,
Where disdain deepens, breeding foul deceit;
No soil is safe, nor precious thing nor life,
When cities send bad news from every street.
O Lord, with me remain, You are absolute,
By luxuria, man's eye is turned to stone,
Unheeding of the source from whence its root,
We cherish all that which You have disowned.
We yield much fruit, yet drench it all in sin;
With poison, our world's bright hues are gone,
Tiny creatures fade from where they've been.
Tell me, my friend, O what's this bargain?
O bide with me, for who but You can see,
Gratefully, soothe me in ache and agony.