World Testing Ground

My secret is not a secret

I am trying to put into a cache

However, who knows? Excepting Allah al Khaliq

Biiznillah, no more secret!

Everything shown and I can do nothing

Just pleased with the qadar

All praise to you, Allah

I am sad... very sad

My pain (inside me) colors my way ahead

What is my pain?

Doctors cannot examine me

Mysterious... they cannot give any prescription

Then, what is my pain?

It is a gift from His decree

I have no pain you see?

Except the pain of my sins

Yet, how do I heal these heavy stain from my heart?

I fear Allah would blame me

Indeed, Allah who is The Most Powerful should blame me

For being too shameful to disobey Him

While being devoted on hiding my sins from people

I am the sinner

Everyday I fell back to the sins

My action looks like I have thousand years of life

I am deceive on myself

How do I can think the world will serve me an eternal happiness which full with desires?

O myself, the poorer-one

Stop focusing on dunya, come to Allah with a repent

O Allah, give me a sincere repentance

That would wipe my sins and bad deed

Ending the worries of my heart

I always asking you every second that I remember you

With my eyes pouring a river of tears

You are the hope and aid, the Answerer

Praise to Allah from the night to the morning

Praise to Allah from the morning to the night

O Allah, give me which is better to me...