I aspire of a life when I would be,
Free like a rock pigeon!
My mind has turned me into a pet pigeon,
A prisoner of nafs!
Since the hour I came down on earth,
By my Lord's command,
Most of my days have been trampled by,
Illusion and disillusion;
Life of a person who has lost his way,
In the wilderness of the world,
Really doesn't excite me anymore!
I have been rebelling against my True self,
And befriending the vile nafs!
Now by the grace of my Lord this friendship,
Might forever come to an end;
I will inshallah get free of struggling everyday,
Just to keep myself away from following the Satan;
Just because I am keeping in mind the verse,
Reminding me of my covenant with my Lord:
(Did I not enjoin on you, O you children of Adam,
That you should not worship Satan,
Since, verily, he is your open foe)
Now I know what a great bliss it is to be engrossed,
In the perennial remembrance of my Lord.
MyKoul
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