My Incomparable God

I don't know the way to prostrate properly I don't know how to make supplications discreetly The droplets just drip down my cheeks That's how this thing mercy seeks I know my faults, so I feel guilty But I know my Lord, He'll so benevolently forgive my sins, if I ask regretfully My sinful past can't hinder my path Because my matter is already dealt with and I don't need a man to hear or attend It's me and my Lord, and He does listen I wrong and wrong, repent and repent I cry and cry, and I return again See His forgiveness, He always forgives And not to mention, the favours He gives Air, water, clothes, food, and family He has never seized, whether I am faulty And provides all these bounties solely This is my Lord, my God, my Allah Nothing is comparable, He's the one and only