A humble slave am I of an almighty Lord.
No work is too hard for that One who’s adored.
But though I’m a beggar who cannot afford
To claim any strength, sure and strong is my Lord.
He says, where He wills, when He wishes a thing,
just “Be”, and it is, by the might of a King.
I haven’t got the force,
No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse
when the Maker provides?
I haven’t got the force,
No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse
when the Maker provides?
O Allah, send your blessings on The Chosen One
Our beloved Muhammad, Peace be upon him
A humble slave am I of an almighty Lord.
No work is too hard for that One who’s adored.
But though I’m a beggar who cannot afford
o claim any strength, sure and strong is my Lord.
I’m but a humble slave, what should I worry about?
All affairs are ordained, of this there is no doubt
My Lord sees everything, while my sight leaves much out
In the womb, He formed me from a drop
I haven’t got the force, No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse when the Maker provides?
O Allah, send your blessings on The Chosen One
Our beloved Muhammad, Peace be upon him
I’m safe in the shade of his all-knowing height
And no strength have I — His all power and might.
So glory to God, his bounty shining bright,
All gratitude and praise are His due and His right.
He says, where He wills, when He wishes a thing,
just “Be”, and it is, by the might of a King.
The ruler whose edicts and wise rulings bring
All blessings and grace by the might of a King.
I haven’t got the force, No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse when the Maker provides?
O Allah, send your blessings on The Chosen One
Our beloved Muhammad, Peace be upon him