When inside the chest you have a sensation to burn
And the myriads of enemies attack you so stern
And all depends on what’s lost or what’s earned
Where will you turn, when you fall on your knees?
Look up or look down in humble defeat
When calamity strikes and you’ve tired your feet
Away from hypocrisy and back to belief
Don’t let them bring you down to the ground
When temporal pleasures will never amount
In contrast to the afflictions that pile surmount
And all you can muster is a small bit of sound
With all of your might you must break free from plight
By seeking forgiveness and help fight the fight
When inside a stymie you are stuck far too tight
The best refuge is sought in the eye of the night
When the One who is Master comes close and nigh
And burdens will force to expel a soft sigh
You have no interest in pretense or lie
The truth is you need help, be quick to decide!
Look into your palms; beg for relief
The solution is closer than you might see or think
Break the mold around you with strongest belief
And be patient for that is adequate release
Broken to the point that you ask in awe
“When will be the help of Allah?”
Unquestionably the unquestionable of the ordained laws
Is that Allah’s help is near, so pure and so raw
But it seems so hard, doesn’t it at times?
It’s only easy for those who are defined
Who know to their Lord they will return refined
And to Him they belong, the One who is Sublime
Brush it off of your back; it’s not that hard after all
Once you get in the habit to your Lord that you call
Then next you believe, and wait as you stall
For the Most Merciful to pick you up after your fall
But how is Allah’s Mercy, so vast and immense?
He gives you such reward, for trial recompense!
Raising you into the light so ever dense
And you can see life through a new pair of lenses
Because if you’ve remained patient, you’ve truly won
And if you arrive unscathed, bright as the sun
Your Lord will never leave you or make you be shunned
Except to just heal you, believer of the One!
I speak to you truly, o believers in pain
When the going gets rough, it’s not done in vain
In fact it’s a trial, to purify those stains
That might be on the heart to make it white and plain
He wants to make you perfect like a diamond in rust
So don’t let yourself rest unless you truly must
Because until you are dead, you must fight your lusts
And fight on the fight, and in Him put your Trust!
So when you’re done working, in prayer you turn
When the anxieties of heart no longer burn
And are unimportant as those attacks that were stern
Because it’s not about pain, but what you have earned.