Poem of Riddah
Should you not gain your wants my soul then be not grieved,
but hasten to that banquet which your lord's bequeathed.
And when a thing for which you ask is slow to come,
then know that often through delay a gift's received.
Find solace in privation and respect its due,
for only by contentment is the heart relieved.
And know that when the trials of life have rendered you despairing of all hope and of all joy bereaved,
then shake yourself and rouse yourself from heedlessness and make pure hope a meadow that you never leave.
Your maker's gift takes subtle and uncounted forms,
how fine the fabric of this world his hands have weaved.
The journey down they came to the water of life,
and all the caravan drank deep their thirst a leaved.
My lord my trust in all your purposes is strong,
that trust is now my shield I'm safe and undeceived.
All those who hope for grace from you will feel your rain,
too generous are you to leave my branch un-leaved.
May blessings rest upon the loved one Muhammed (saw),
who's been my means to high degree since I believed.
He is my fortress and my handhold so my soul hold fast and travel to a joy still un-conceived.
Shaykh Abdul Hakim Murad
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