Sol 5.6

  1. To you I turn for refuge, O Prophet of all creation—come to my aid!

    By your grace, reach me; lift my anguish from me.

  2. Never sever my cord, for I seek refuge within

    your sanctuary; so bestow a precious gift upon me through your tenderness and bounty.

  3. For from you come largesse and gifts in every circumstance,

    whereas error and ugliness have their source in me.

  4. Favor me with kindness, a concealing veil, and a breath of grace,

    and generosity; and through divine bestowal, grant me safety.

  5. For your generosity encompasses all on earth and in heaven,

    and the gate of your sanctuary is the fortress of humankind and jinn.

Sol 5.6