The Whispered Prayer of the Thankful
In the Name of God, the All-merciful,
the uninterrupted flow of Thy
distracted me from thanking Thee!
flood of Thy bounty has rendered me incapable
counting Thy praises!
succession of Thy kind acts has diverted me
mentioning Thee in laudation!
continuous rush of Thy benefits has thwarted me
spreading the news of Thy gentle favours!
This is the station of him who
to the lavishness of favours,
them with shortcomings,
witnesses to his own disregard and negligence.
Thou art the Clement, the
Good, the Generous,
does not disappoint those who aim for Him,
cast out from His courtyard those who expect from Him!
In Thy yard are put down the
saddlebags of the hopeful
in Thy plain stand the hopes of the help-seekers!
So meet not our hopes by
disappointing and disheartening
clothe us not in the shirt of despair and despondency!
my thanksgiving is small
Thy great boons,
my praise and news-spreading shrink
Thy generosity toward me!
Thy favours have wrapped me
the robes of the lights of faith,
the gentlenesses of Thy goodness have let down over me
curtains of might!
collared me with collars not to be moved
adorned me with neck-rings not to be broken!
Thy boons are abundant -
tongue is too weak to count them!
Thy favours are many -
understanding falls short of grasping them,
to speak of exhausting them!
So how can I achieve
For my thanking Thee requires
Whenever I say, 'To Thee
becomes thereby incumbent upon me to say,
Thee belongs praise'!
as Thou hast fed us through
nurtured us through Thy benefaction,
so also complete for us lavish
repel from us detested acts of
and of the shares of the two
us their most elevated and their greatest,
the immediate and the deferred!
To Thee belongs praise
Thy good trial and the lavishness of Thy favours,
to Thy good pleasure
attracting Thy great goodness and magnanimity.
By Thy mercy,
Most Merciful of the merciful!