I craved release
From griefs that burn and pains that never cease,
But all my cries to Heaven were empty breath;
Not even Death
Coming at last, could give my spirit peace.
If, on the Judgment Day,
Grieving for my transgressions, I shall pray
For mercy for the evil I have done,
O Self-Existent One,
Grant that my tears shall wash the sin away.
Makhfi, for thy fate
Be not thou fearful nor disconsolate;
Higher, upon the Day of Reckoning,
Faquir than khig.
There shall be then none lowly and none great.
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