| By shura,
on 04-04-2004 03:36
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The gods had kept my heart so blind I thank Him I was shown the Life I ought have tried to find the God I should have known
Forever lost to time a sea of youth without a goal I look toward the bit that be with grief within my soul What measures life? What things do we seek out as we move toward the fateful den of Death each his own way The worldly peaks that men do climb I value them no more than bubbles small that flash a trice then vanish and are no more O Lord let not my youth depart the portion that remains before I am able to pass the tests for me ordained Make me so strong and stronger still to turn down every lure of pursuits weak and goals astray thus be thy servant pure I be your slave while young I pray for rightly Sa’adi says: ‘A jaded wolf that cannot prey will only mend its ways!’ O God make thou this youth of mine the gift I deftly use to see more and more of your signs with every day I loose In sport would some think You O Lord make all your worlds endure My heart has now cried out for long we shall meet You for sure So make me he who loves you God who takes up all Your ways You point out to your angels ‘Look, here is my true young slave!’
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