Fiyyashiyya

Fiyyashiyya

Fiyyashiyya

By Sami Yusuf

A humble slave am I of an almighty Lord
No work is too hard for that One who’s adored
But though I’m a beggar who cannot afford
To claim any strength, sure and strong is my Lord

He says, where He wills, when He wishes a thing
Just “Be”, and it is, by the might of a King 
The ruler whose edicts and wise rulings 
bring All blessings and grace by the might of a King

I haven’t got the force
No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse
When the Maker provides?

I haven’t got the force
No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse
When the Maker provides?

Ana ‘abdu Rabbi lahu qudratun 
Yahunu biha kullu ’amrin ‘asir 
Fa­’in kuntu ‘abdan da‘ifa l­quwa 
Fa­Rabbi ‘ala kulli shay’in qadir

Minni ash ‘alaya wa ana ‘abadun mamluk 
Wa­l­’ashya’ maqadiya ma fi t­tahqiqi shukuk 
Rabbi nazir fiya wa ana nazari matruk
Fi l­’arham wa l­’ahsha’ min nutfa sawwarani

I haven’t got the force

No strength between my sides
Why feel such remorse
When the Maker provides?

Ana ma li fiyash, ash ‘alaya minni
Aqliq mir­rizqi lash, wa­l­Khaliq yarzuqni
Allahumma salli ‘ala l­Mustafa, Habibna Muhammad ‘alayhi s­salam

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