Ya Ali Madad....

As the rips in my soul heal,

I call Your name Ya Ali...
As the darkness dawns to light,

I call Your name Ya Ali....
As the ropes of fear which have had me entwined begin to shred,

I call Your name Ya Ali...
As the love which lay frozen within me in the pond of dispondency begins to thaw,

I call Your name Ya Ali...
As the Noor of your Haqiqat courses through my veins, my nerves, my senses...

I call Your name Ya Ali...
As the gentle whispers of your Presence reawakens my tounge in Zikar,

It is only You Ya Ali that I call...

Ya Ali You are my Lord...
YA Ali You are my Light...
Ya Ali You are my Fanna...
Ya Ali You are the Manifestor of Miracles....

Oh Ali I prostray before Thee and I rely upon, from Thee is my strength and Thou my Protection...Guide me to the Right Path, not of those cursed ones nor of those who have gone astray...

I am nothing but a mere drop in Ocean of your Magnitude, but take Mercy on this lump of unmolded clay and Grace her with Your Reverance and Bless her with Your Clarity....

Ya Ali Madad....