New recording 💞 , Agheeb
2015 by Mishari Alafasy at Kuwait
أغيب | مشاري راشد العفاسي
Allah, The Most Kind and Gentle
Although I vanish, the Most Gentle and Kind vanishes not.
Thus, I have hope in Him – hope that fails not.
I seek safety with Him from a time
where trials would age this body of mine
So, I bring my needs, and I’m ever in poverty
To the One with whom hearts find tranquility
Numerous are the matters that Allah decrees!
Yet, the unseen realm, is that which none sees
His decree eases secretly our difficulties
And by decree does He alleviate our calamities and by His discreet kindness and generosity, there’s relief – replacing all adversity.
Whose door do I have, besides Allah’s door?
I have no other Master nor another whom I so adore!
He is generous, kind and gentle, blessing us ceaselessly,
He answers our prayers and conceals our faults so beautifully,
Enduring is He, never hastening to recompense our delinquency
He bestows his mercy like pure rain, gracefully
Therefore, King of kings, please pardon me;
My sins have cast me so far away from thee
My lusts have caused my malady
Yet there’s none but thee to heal me
So my Lord, comfort and shield me from eyes burning green.
for when calamities strike they do so with fangs sharp keen.
My Lord, fasten me with the joys of children and family
Without them a man is certainly a stranger, poor and lonely
Ah, my young children, on their fate I do fret
Worn from worry and grief I am ever upset
But to thee the reigns of my life I do surrender
To the One who handles affairs with majestic splendor
The Most Merciful, my refuge and the pillar on which I lean
In repentance, I call Him with none in between.
Allah, Of my condition thee did hear
so my Master, I ask, is relief near?
O Lord of Judgment Day, relieve this anxiety of stubborn worries that in my heart sink deeply
And bind me to the rope of thy content, and turn thy Face to me
And accept me so that I may repent and return wholly to thee.
My safety and success are in thy Hands
So support my will against life’s difficult demands
And with Thy remembrance illuminate my life.
Indeed when recalling thy name sweetness becomes rife
And say of me that I am still thy servant sharing in thy Kindness,
drawing near to thee, no longer distant
My thoughts of thee, my Sustainer, are pleasant
And my hopes in thee, lie in meadows, fertile and fragrant
And send prayers and praises upon the Prophet and his family
For whom the nightingales from their branches sing their sweet melody
***Translation by:***Yaser Birjas ***Shpendim Nadzaku
