Our call is to the heavens, perhaps,perchance,
with sureity He shall relieve!
Our provisions proportioned well
by Allah the Most Benign
We ask of you no favours, let us be
and see how
with sureity He shall relieve!
Our provisions proportioned well
by Allah the Most Benign
We ask of you no favours, let us be
and see how
patiently
we achieve felicity
This poem is written in first person in an attempt to put ourselves in the shoes of those needy, and I feel that just a glance or a few words from a truthful person in the condition described would weigh much more in the heart of anyone than would this poem.
Be wary of what you collect and consume, are you taking in more than your share?
Deem us paupers on an empty street?
A trial for you, would you
show compassion or in insolent pride
cast us aside?
Go beyond, give generously!
Remember, the excess you consume and hoard
holds the rights of other needy
