
Come,
Beloved, let us walk in the field;
Let us stroll in the village streets.
Let us arise early to go to the pastures;
Let us see the beauty of Your creation,
If the flowers have budded,
If the season has run its course.
There I will give my love to You.
Al-Khaaliq, let me seclude myself in
Meditation and dua'a every day,
Going out to Your fields to be
Among the trees and grass,
Pouring out my heart in supplication.
For all the leaves and grass and
Flowers, all the trees and plants,
Will stir themselves to greet me;
They will rise to perfect their iman
And their place in Your creation.
With them, my prayers and
Supplications will attain perfection.
If it be Your will.
Malik Al-Mulk, may my labour be a faithful
Dua'a before You, until my heart opens
At last. May my words flow until I
Pour out my heart like water before Allah.