Have I done enough?
This question whips at my soul like the Sirocco
and leaves me restless and dissatisfied with my lot.
What is this restless ambition that plagues my soul?
Have I not done all that I have done for the Beloved?
And have I not been blessed with true friends and soulful labor?
Would I trade a humble and true treasure
for an empty dream of fame and wealth?
Am I a such a fool?
Winds pass.
I will stay planted like this palm and withstand them.
Allah, my Love, be merciful, and bring me water.
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