A Conversation with a Weary Body: A Tale of Patience and Faith

A Conversation with a Weary Body: A Tale of Patience and Faith

You terrified me,

You pained me,

I gazed, lost for a moment,

And found a worn-out body, lifeless and stretched,

With nothing left but a head of wisdom,

And a speaking mouth, praising unceasingly,

And a forefinger still proclaiming oneness.

So I asked him,

“What did he do to deserve such a fate?”

He said, “Time and its judgments,

Defeated youth early on,

And praise to the Merciful, my Lord, as my witness.

I am pure,

I lived in devotion and monotheism,

A guest in this world,

And I was never oppressive.”

If a day of generous good came,

I would hasten to the Merciful in gratitude, worshipful and humble,

And if a day like this came, a harsh reality,

I would bear it with patience, hoping for tomorrow.

All hope lies in a servant who praises,

Who knew the One God,

Knowing full well that tomorrow holds the best promise.

Either salvation and safety come securely,

In a moment,

Or God's command was issued and fulfilled,

A decree recorded for the world.

Its remedy and healing

Are patience and praise,

So that I may win early,

Either appearing in the Kingdom,

Or cured from affliction,

Grateful and thankful.