Help Me
Take me in your fold
For I am a wandering soul
A soul fed up of its fleshy case
Caught in such a prison
It yearns for free air
It yearns to be cleansed
It yearns to repent
It yearns for thy grace
Lift me up ,for its now high time
Help me, O my Allah
To gather these withered ends
To surrender to thy will
Heed the cries of this shackled soul
Help it to fly in the mystic air
To whirl on the mystic tune
To feel what it is,to be near you…
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