اللَّهُمَّ فَإِنِّي أَتَقَرَّبُ إِلَيْكَ بِالْمُحَمَّدِيَّةِ الرَّفِيعَةِ ...

1- My God, Thou guided me but I diverted myself, Thou admonished me but my heart became hardened, Thou tried me graciously but I disobeyed. Then, when Thou caused me to know it, I came to know that from which Thou hadst turned [me] away, so I prayed forgiveness and Thou released, and I returned and Thou covered over. So Thine, my God, is the praise!

2- I plunged into the valleys of destruction and settled in the ravines of ruin, exposing myself to Thy chastisements and the descent of Thy punishments! 3- My mediation with Thee is the profession of Unity, my way of coming to Thee that I associate nothing with Thee, nor do I take along with Thee a god; I have fled to Thee with my soul - in Thee is the place of flight for the evildoer, the place of escape for him who has squandered the share of his soul and seeks asylum.

4- How many an enemy has unsheathed the sword of his enmity toward me, honed the cutting edge of his knife for me, sharpened the tip of his blade for me, mixed his killing potions for me, pointed toward me his straight-flying arrows, not allowed the eye of his watchfulness to sleep toward me, and secretly thought of visiting me with something hateful and making me gulp down the bitter water of his bile!

5- So Thou looked my God, at my weakness in bearing oppressive burdens, my inability to gain victory over him who aims to war against me, and my being alone before the great numbers of him who is hostile toward me and lies in wait for me with an affliction about which I have not thought. 6- Thou set out at once to help me and Thou braced up my back!

Thou blunted for me his blade, made him, after a great multitude, solitary, raised up my heel over him, and turned back upon him what he had pointed straight. So Thou sent him back, his rage not calmed, his burning thirst not quenched! Biting his fingers, he turned his back in flight, his columns having been of no use.