Bring this to pass, Thou merciful to the humble
Bring this to pass, Thou merciful to the humble,
That I may never for one moment leave Thy feet, Ocean of mercy, Author of Devotion.
The senses are invincible, the understanding cleaves to carnal desires: day after day the stirrings of the mind are but back-slidings.
In lust, and anger, in pride and coveting, every day, O Lord, I wander helplessly.
Contemplation, sacrifice and prayer, penance, pilgrimage and fast: no trace of these is written on my forehead.
What may I do? By what means can I please Thee, O Thou most Merciful?
Hear, O Almighty, Thou that knowest all, the Treasure-house of Mercy: O Defence of the defenceless, Render of this world's net.
O Treasury of Mercy, to this pass has Sur come. To whom shall he speak? Death is inexorable.
That I may never for one moment leave Thy feet, Ocean of mercy, Author of Devotion.
The senses are invincible, the understanding cleaves to carnal desires: day after day the stirrings of the mind are but back-slidings.
In lust, and anger, in pride and coveting, every day, O Lord, I wander helplessly.
Contemplation, sacrifice and prayer, penance, pilgrimage and fast: no trace of these is written on my forehead.
What may I do? By what means can I please Thee, O Thou most Merciful?
Hear, O Almighty, Thou that knowest all, the Treasure-house of Mercy: O Defence of the defenceless, Render of this world's net.
O Treasury of Mercy, to this pass has Sur come. To whom shall he speak? Death is inexorable.
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