The Whispered Prayer of Those who Hold Fast
O God, O Shelter of the shelter-seekers!
O Refuge of the refuge-seekers! O Deliverer of the perishing!
O Preserver of the pitiful! O Merciful toward the miserable!
O Responder to the distressed! O Treasure of the utterly poor!
O Mender of the broken!
O Haven of the cut off!
O Helper of the abased!
O Granter of sanctuary to the fearful!
O Aider of the troubled!
O Fortress of the refugees!
If I seek not refuge in Your might, in whom shall I seek refuge?
If I seek not shelter in Your power, in whom shall I seek shelter?
Sins have made me seek asylum in laying hold on the skirts of Your pardon,
offenses have compelled me to beg the opening of the doors of Your forgiveness,
evildoing has summoned me to dismount in the courtyard of Your might,
fear of Your vengeance has prompted me to cling to the handhold of Your tenderness!
It is not right for him who holds fast to Your cord to be abandoned,
nor proper for him who seeks the sanctuary of Your might to be surrendered or disregarded
My God, empty us not of Your defending,
strip us not of Your guarding,
and protect us from the roads of destruction,
for we are in Your eye and under Your wing!
I ask You by those whom You have singled out, Your angels
and the righteous among Your creatures,
to assign over us a protector through which You will deliver us from destructions,
turn aside from us blights,
and hide us from the striking of great afflictions,
to send down upon us some of Your tranquillity,
to wrap our faces in the lights of love for You,
to give us haven in Your strong pillar,
and to gather us under the wings of Your preservation!
By Your clemency and Your mercy,
O Most Merciful of the merciful!