A Fallen Beggar in Tatters

I have taken refuge in Your glorious court,
a fallen beggar in tatters.
You are all glory and grace,
I am all ignorance and resentment.
Confused and bewitched I am
fed up with myself.
With vows made and vows broken I have come.
Trusting Your Love and my wretchedness,
I have come.
O’ Knower of My Sins Made, and yet to be made,
forsake me not.
I am nothing, you are the All.
I am at the end of my rope
grant me the trust to let myself fall.
_{Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir}