ISLAMIC POEMS

17. Ya Allah You Own Me

YA ALLAH YOU OWN ME

I am poor and suffers from poverty

It may be that this was written for me

It may be that deprived from life's luxury

Will bring me closer to piety.

Though I will try to be rich financially

I will only get the provision that was meant for me

So even if at times I go hungry

Still I'll smile because any wealth I have don't even belong to me.

I am sick with an illness that weakens my body

One that even the doctors cannot give a remedy

It may be that Allah have this already decreed

So I may die closer to HIM, and very much ready.

My health and my strength are given by my Lord

And it is HE who has the right to give the final word

To the Angel of Death who'll take me away

After all, life in the Dunya is just but half a day.

I lost a person I didn't want to lose

And crying about it would be of no use

Because HE who gives is HE who shall have it diminished

But that does not mean that my life is finished.

My sadness, my happiness

My laughter and my tears

My success, my downfall

I don't own them at all.

Even the air I breathe

And the chair I'm sitting

Even the gift of knowing

None are my belonging.

So if I am sad

I will bear it with patience

If I am glad

I shouldn't waste it.

If I am blessed

I need to share

If I am knowledgeable

I need to be humble.

If I am in calamity

I should accept it willingly

If I am happy

I need to act moderately.

Ya Allah, I surrender unto you

Just like the heartfelt du'a of the Rasul (s.a.w)

My forehead is in Your hand

I am Your slave just as my parents.

You are Allah, Glorified and Exalted

You are Allah, the Most High, the Most Great

You have absolute control over me

And I am grateful for whatever's my destiny.

Oh ya Allah, You own me. 

Oh ya Allah please guide me

Life's destination starts and ends with you

I seek for nothing more but to be steadfast in worshipping YOU.

Ameen.