In the holes of my nafs
stealthily have creeped in
Vipers, snakes, and scorpions
give poisonous bites
all through day and night
Where is the bite healer?
lest I should die
before a healer comes
I must bear with pain
hold on to the rope of
patience and prayer
beg for precious life
to do my essential job
that is still half done
Mykoul
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