1. My God knows weakness is my trait,
I cannot bear to journey or take flight,

2. I'm captive in His hands, and he whose nature generosity dictates,
Will honor prisoners in his court and gates.

3. Should I in this life gain knowledge like people do,
And enter fire as Qaysar and Kisra too,

4. I hope that on Judgment Day complete,
He'll order "Go from left hand to the right!"

5. When mounted riders gain their heart's desire,
Naught's left but regret and hopeless fire,

6. And if when dead, I'm spared what caused me doubt,
My lot's not loss and my hand's won the fire.