What he wishes is
That we leave,
Like he left;
Denounce though believe.
What he wishes is
That we give up,
That our stomachs are to inapt
For this massive cup.
Yes, we're hollow,
And our desires run wild,
But we love our Lord too much
To follow him who beguiled.
Yes we falter,
And stumble on the this Steep(?) Path,
But He picks us up to fly,
And blesses our Saalihaat.
And I've fallen too much,
Stumbled down the way,
But I hope from Him,
He will guide my way.
None do I hope from -
Nobody but Him,
The Light of the heavens and earth
Will guide my dim.
Allah, I love You,
I beseech Taqwa, forgive our sins,
Fill us with Taqwa,
That we may water those firey grins.
Let us be true, to the end,
To You,
And ever beyond,
Be pleased with us, O True!
