O' my Lord here I am A beggar before You Reaching for Your door In complete poverty All I have is my shame and humility Possessing nothing to hold Nor to mention even a begging bowl A beggar slain from within By desires and yearnings Corrupted because of his sins I have wasted away The treasures of deen Because of the self of mine I have casted aside Sukoon of the heart At the alter of pleasures entwined I've lost all my wealth through heedlessness, and disobedience I've come to your door seeking refuge and shade although I know that I cause You offence. Through the stains of sin the worlds heart is suffering
beating with so much pain. From where should I find the strength To express my heart through the light of truth. For in this snare have I pa**ed every moment of life to now from when I was new Having been burnt at stake Of my own deed's sin Covered with scars of slate In abject poverty I stand here humbling Due to my evil self To You have I brought my despair Despair which consumes my path Empty handed of any deeds That's worth standing before Your house This house of Yours, Your court of love And grace oh Lord is holy like a star All light can it hold Ya Allah, O Blessed O my Lord