"We are all in a condition without a conclusion,
And this make me cry when I remember,
one who will disclaim Islam when old, dying,
or one who refute his faith for wealth
or status he enjoys in this passing world,
I fear that moment to come, my Lord, I seek You alone,
let me end as your beloved ones, I do cry
alone for this moment not to come,
let me thrive when a trial befall me,
to lose my Islam is to lose all benefit,
to lose all but not my faith will help me earn Your mercy,
my Lord, I don't seek Your wrath, I can't enjoy it,
For indeed those who are astray are in great lost from Your mercy.
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