The tahara is finished, and I appear before the King of the Last
Day in my sincere prayer. With strong intention I kneel in front of the
Supreme Creator, Consoler of the souls of men. My spirit magnifies
your presence, o Allah, like spirits of humans did in the days of old. I
will fall down to the fountain of your gracious mercy and I will unite
with you, o pure wellhead of every happiness of hearts of men. Hark!
The azan is heard, and I kneel down; o Allah, accept my humble salat,
do not reject my heart!
September 20–25th, 2016
18–23 Dhul-Hijjah, 1437 AH
Salat A prose poem
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