| Confer the most pious He shall |
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What no ear's heard nor eye has seen. |
| When events thine advance forestall |
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'Tis to test thee but a simple mean. |
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| And pray dwell not on thy sorrows, |
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They pave the path to the Heavens |
| A thousand more may yet follow, |
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All surging to effect thy cleanse. |
| As deeds lie bare and charges flow |
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What shelter then, and what defense ? |
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| The wisdoms to obtain we chose |
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Through Ibn Katheer or Sheikh Aasim |
| Gird us to face the direst woes: |
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The aerial hints, as set by Him, |
| The seaman knoweth at day's close, |
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Shall glow the brightest in the dim |
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| To see him homeward wend again. |
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Remember ye the Uhud hill; |
| Renewed vigor when all seems vain |
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Can be attained and, by His will,
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| Mustered to plough right through the pain |
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Before to rest is laid the Quill. |
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| Rewards await beyond measure |
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In gardens lush where rivers roar; |
| Unseen delights and sweet pleasure, |
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To relieve ails, to mend the sores. |
| Restored shall be the spent treasure, |
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Beyond the eight heavenly doors. |
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| Eden's at reach, Eden's in sight ! |
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When people lie in slumber deep, |
| After the last third of the night. |
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About the warm discarded sheets, |
| Laden with pleas heralds take flight |
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To Him Who heedeth servants weep. |