Labyrinth
O Lord, life is lost in deep thoughts,
How can I sit and prove my greatness?
Strange tremors face existence in servitude,
My forehead rests in prostration, but what about this heart?
They say the heart finds its way to another heart,
Do you not have a heart for me?
One who sees my heart’s sight with his own eyes,
Whose heartbeat pauses for your presence?
You have abandoned me in this ruthless world of strangers,
As if you had no connection with me.
But think for a moment about that instant,
When you created me with your own hands.
Now I am being humiliated,
O my Creator,
Now the trials of day and night are all the same to me.
Now my decline needs the touch of your presence,
Lift me in your hands, O Sustainer.
Aslam Murad
