Oh Lord of Mohamad and Ali
If I can run from my shadow
I would have long ago
But there is no escape
It is with me till I learn to destroy it
It's those given the Kawthar
That must connect me to God
And sacrifice it to death
The evil Qareen must be put to death
Holy guides instead must become my eyes
Shrouding me with clothes of light
My low desire and I have been one
My evil Qareen and I have been one
And so in sacrificing it I will have to sacrifice myself
And so I put head down
Ready to be slaughtered
The holy sword of yours
That initiated Ismael and Isaac
In the tree of life world
By their father Ibrahim
I put my head on the blessed root of the tree
Ready to be slaughtered like Ismael
I don't want to exist no more
How long will I go resisting you?
O sword of God who's ever been with me
How long will I say no?
I'm ready
Today and not a day more
To disappear
And begin the real life
That has always been meant for me
Oh Lord of the highest one
Your seat and authority given to him
Oh Lord of the great souls that believe
My head is down
I have lived an aimless life
All my achievements with my dark intentions have been failures
I've failed you in all aspects of life
But you know my heart has never given up on being with you
Your proximity deep inside is still my goal
And so here I am ready to be slaughtered
My head bows
Then prostrates
Tired of the fleeing world that disappears and deceives
Hating all it calls to and it's lures
So give permission for the carriers of the Kawthar
To cure me of the disease I call "I"
If I can run from my shadow
I would have long ago
But there is no escape
It is with me till I learn to destroy it
It's those given the Kawthar
That must connect me to God
And sacrifice it to death
The evil Qareen must be put to death
Holy guides instead must become my eyes
Shrouding me with clothes of light
My low desire and I have been one
My evil Qareen and I have been one
And so in sacrificing it I will have to sacrifice myself
And so I put head down
Ready to be slaughtered
The holy sword of yours
That initiated Ismael and Isaac
In the tree of life world
By their father Ibrahim
I put my head on the blessed root of the tree
Ready to be slaughtered like Ismael
I don't want to exist no more
How long will I go resisting you?
O sword of God who's ever been with me
How long will I say no?
I'm ready
Today and not a day more
To disappear
And begin the real life
That has always been meant for me
Oh Lord of the highest one
Your seat and authority given to him
Oh Lord of the great souls that believe
My head is down
I have lived an aimless life
All my achievements with my dark intentions have been failures
I've failed you in all aspects of life
But you know my heart has never given up on being with you
Your proximity deep inside is still my goal
And so here I am ready to be slaughtered
My head bows
Then prostrates
Tired of the fleeing world that disappears and deceives
Hating all it calls to and it's lures
So give permission for the carriers of the Kawthar
To cure me of the disease I call "I"