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Sahifa-e-Sajjadiya (sahifae sajjadia) book of imam sajjad a.s.Sahifa-e-Sajjadiya (sahifae sajjadia) book of imam sajjad a.s.-24


The Whispered Prayer of the Complainers





In the Name of God, the All-merciful,

the All-compassionate


1  My God,

          to Thee I complain of a soul

                    commanding to evil,308

                    rushing to offenses,

                    eager to disobey Thee,

                              and exposing itself to Thy anger.

          It takes me on the roads of disasters,

                    it makes me the easiest of perishers before Thee;

          many its pretexts,

                    drawn out its expectations;

          when evil touches it,

                    it is anxious,

          when good touches it,


          inclining to sport and diversion,

                    full of heedlessness and inattention,

          it hurries me to misdeeds

                    and makes me delay repentance. 

2  My God,

          I complain to Thee

                    of an enemy who misguides me

                    and a satan who leads me astray.

          He has filled my breast with tempting thoughts,

                    and his suggestions have encompassed my heart.

          He supports caprice against me,

                    embellishes for me the love of this world,

                    and separates me from obedience and proximity! 

3  My God,

          to Thee I complain

                    of a heart that is hard,

                              turned this way and that by tempting thoughts,

                              clothed in rust and the seal,310

                    and of an eye

                              too indifferent to weep in fear of Thee

                              and eagerly seeking that which gladdens it! 

4  My God,

          there is no force and no strength

                    except in Thy power,

          and no deliverance for me from the detested things of this world

                    save through Thy preservation.

          So I ask Thee

                    by Thy far-reaching wisdom

                    and Thy penetrating will

          not to let me expose myself to other than Thy munificence

                    and not to turn me into a target for trials!

          Be for me

                    a helper against enemies,

                    a coverer of shameful things and faults,

                    a protector against afflictions,

                    a preserver against acts of disobedience!

          By Thy clemency and mercy,

                    O Most Merciful of the merciful! 



The Whispered Prayer of the Fearful





In the Name of God, the All-merciful,

the All-compassionate


1  My God,

          what thinkest Thou?

                    Wilt Thou chastise me after my faith in Thee,

                    drive me far away after my love for Thee,

                    deprive me while I hope for Thy mercy and forgiveness,

                              forsake me while I seek sanctuary in Thy pardon?

                    How could Thy generous face disappoint me?!

          Would that I knew - Did my mother bear me for wretchedness?

                    Did she nurture me for suffering?

          Would then that she had not borne me

                    and had not nurtured me!

          Would that I had knowledge -

                    Hast Thou appointed me one of the people of felicity?

                    Hast Thou singled me out for Thy nearness and neighbourhood?

          Then would my eyes be gladdened,

                    and in that my soul reach serenity. 

2  My God,

          dost Thou blacken faces which fall down in prostration

                    before Thy mightiness?

          Dost Thou strike dumb tongues which speak in laudation

                    of Thy glory and majesty?

          Dost Thou seal hearts which harbour Thy love?

          Dost Thou deafen ears which take pleasure in hearing

                    Thy remembrance according to Thy will?

          Dost Thou manacle hands which expectations have raised to Thee

                    in hope of Thy clemency?

          Dost Thou punish bodies which worked to obey Thee

                    until they grew thin in struggling for Thee?

          Dost Thou chastise legs which ran to worship Thee? 

3  My God,

          lock not toward those who profess Thy Unity

                    the doors of Thy mercy,

          and veil not those who yearn for Thee

                    from looking upon the vision of Thy beauty! 

4  My God,

          a soul which Thou hast exalted by its professing Thy Unity -

          how wilt Thou burn it in the heat of Thy fires? 

5  My God,

          give me sanctuary

                    from Thy painful wrath

                    and Thy mighty anger!

          O All-loving, O All-kind!

                    O Compassionate, O Merciful!

          O Compeller, O Subduer!

                    O All-forgiver, O All-covering!

          Deliver me through Thy mercy

                    from the chastisement of the Fire

                              and the disgrace of shame

                    when the good are set apart from the evil,

                    forms are transformed,

                              terrors terrify,

                    the good-doers are brought near,

                              the evildoers taken far,

                    and every soul is paid in full what it has earned,

                              and they shall not be wronged!311 



The Whispered Prayer of the Hopeful





In the Name of God, the All-merciful,

the All-compassionate


1  O He who

          gives to a servant

                    who asks from Him,

          takes him to his wish

                    when he expectantly hopes for what is with Him,

          brings him near and close

                    when he approaches Him,

          covers over his sin and cloaks it

                    when he shows it openly,

          and satisfies and suffices him

                    when he has confidence in Him! 

2  My God,

          who is the one who has come before Thee

                    seeking hospitality,

                    and whom Thou hast not received hospitably?

          Who is the one who has dismounted at Thy door

                    hoping for magnanimity,

                    and to whom Thou hast not shown it?

          Is it good that I come back from Thy door,

                    turned away in disappointment,

                    while I know of no patron qualified by beneficence but Thee?

          How should I have hope in other than Thee,

                    when the good - all of it - is in Thy hand?312

          How should I expect from others,

                    when Thine are the creation and the command?313

          Should I cut off my hope for Thee,

                    when Thou hast shown me of Thy bounty

                    that for which I have not asked?

          Wouldst Thou make me have need for my like?

                    But I hold fast to Thy cord!

          O He through whose mercy

                              the strivers reach felicity

                    and through whose vengeance

                              the seekers of forgiveness are not made wretched!

          How should I forget Thee,

                    while Thou never ceasest remembering me?

          How should I be diverted from Thee

                    while Thou art my constant watcher? 

3  My God,

          I have fastened my hand

                              to the skirt of Thy generosity,

                    I have stretched forth my expectation

                              toward reaching Thy gifts,

                    so render me pure through the purest profession of Thy Unity,

                              and appoint me one of Thy choice servants!

          O He who is the asylum of every fleer,

                    the hope of every seeker!

          O Best Object of hope!

                    O Most Generous Object of supplication!

          O He who does not reject His asker

                    or disappoint the expectant!

          O He whose door is open to His supplicators

                    and whose veil is lifted for those who hope in Him!

          I ask Thee by Thy generosity to show kindness toward me

                    through Thy gifts,

                              with that which will gladden my eye,

                    through hope in Thee,

                              with that which will give serenity to my soul,

                    and through certainty

                              with that which

                                        will make easy for me the afflictions of this world

                                        and lift from my insight the veils of blindness!

                    By Thy mercy,

                              O Most Merciful of the merciful! 


The Whispered Prayer of the Beseechers





In the Name of God, the All-merciful,

the All-compassionate


1  My God,

          though my stores for travelling to Thee are few,

                    my confidence in Thee has given me a good opinion.314

          Though my sin has made me fear Thy punishment,

                    my hope has let me feel secure from Thy vengeance.

          Though my misdeed has exposed me to Thy penalty,

                    my excellent trust has apprised me of Thy reward.

          Though heedlessness has put to sleep my readiness to meet Thee,

                    knowledge has awakened me to Thy generosity and boons.

          Though excessive disobedience and rebellion

                              have estranged me from Thee,

                    the glad tidings of forgiveness and good pleasure

                              have made me feel intimate with Thee.

          I ask Thee by

                              the splendours of Thy face

                              and the lights of Thy holiness,

                    and I implore Thee by

                              the tenderness of Thy mercy

                              and the gentleness of Thy goodness,

          to verify my opinion in expecting

                    Thy great generosity

                    and Thy beautiful favour,

                              through nearness to Thee,

                              proximity with Thee,

                              and enjoyment of gazing upon Thee!

          Here am I,

                    addressing myself to the breezes

                              of Thy freshness and tenderness,

                    having recourse to the rain

                              of Thy generosity and gentleness,

                    fleeing from Thy displeasure to Thy good pleasure

                              and from Thee to Thee,315

                    hoping for the best of what is with Thee,

                    relying upon Thy gifts,

                    utterly poor toward Thy guarding! 

2  My God,

          Thy bounty which Thou hast begun - complete it!

          Thy generosity which Thou hast given me - strip it not away!

          Thy cover over me through Thy clemency - tear it not away!

          My ugly acts which Thou hast come to know - forgive them! 

3  My God,

          I seek intercession from Thee with Thee,

                    and I seek sanctuary in Thee from Thee!

          I have come to Thee

                    craving Thy beneficence,

                    desiring Thy kindness,

                    seeking water from the deluge of Thy graciousness,

                    begging rain from the clouds of Thy bounty,

                    requesting Thy good pleasure,

                    going straight to Thy side,

                    arriving at the watering-place of Thy support,

                    seeking exalted good things from Thy quarter,

                    reaching for the presence of Thy beauty,

                    wanting Thy face,

                    knocking at Thy door,

                    abasing myself before Thy mightiness and majesty!

          So act toward me with the forgiveness and mercy

                    of which Thou art worthy!

          Act not toward me with the chastisement and vengeance

                    of which I am worthy!

          By Thy mercy,

                    O Most Merciful of the merciful! 


The Whispered Prayer of the Thankful





In the Name of God, the All-merciful,

the All-compassionate


1  My God,

          the uninterrupted flow of Thy graciousness

                              hast distracted me from thanking Thee!

                    The flood of Thy bounty has rendered me incapable

                              of counting Thy praises!

                    The succession of Thy kind acts has diverted me

                              from mentioning Thee in laudation!

                    The continuous rush of Thy benefits has thwarted me

                              from spreading the news of Thy gentle favours!

          This is the station of him who

                    confesses to the lavishness of favours,

                    meets them with shortcomings,

                    and witnesses to his own disregard and negligence.

          Thou art the Clement, the Compassionate,

                    the Good, the Generous,

                    who does not disappoint those who aim for Him,

                    nor cast out from His courtyard those who expect from Him!

          In Thy yard are put down the saddlebags of the hopeful

                    and in Thy plain stand the hopes of the help-seekers!

          So meet not our hopes by disappointing and disheartening

                    and clothe us not in the shirt of despair and despondency! 

2  My God,

          my thanksgiving is small

                              before Thy great boons,

                    and my praise and news-spreading shrink

                              beside Thy generosity toward me!

          Thy favours have wrapped me

                              in the robes of the lights of faith,

                    and the gentlenesses of Thy goodness have let down over me

                              delicate curtains of might!

          Thy kindnesses

                    have collared me with collars not to be moved

                    and adorned me with neck-rings not to be broken!

          Thy boons are abundant -

                    my tongue is too weak to count them!

          Thy favours are many -

                    my understanding falls short of grasping them,

                    not to speak of exhausting them!

          So how can I achieve thanksgiving?

          For my thanking Thee requires thanksgiving.

          Whenever I say, 'To Thee belongs praise!',

                    it becomes thereby incumbent upon me to say,

                    'To Thee belongs praise'! 

3  My God,

          as Thou hast fed us through Thy gentleness

                    and nurtured us through Thy benefaction,

          so also complete for us lavish favours,

          repel from us detested acts of vengeance,

          and of the shares of the two abodes,

                    give us their most elevated and their greatest,

                    both the immediate and the deferred!

          To Thee belongs praise

                              for Thy good trial and the lavishness of Thy favours,

                    a praise

                              conforming to Thy good pleasure

                              and attracting Thy great goodness and magnanimity.

          O All-mighty,

                    O All-generous!

          By Thy mercy,

                    O Most Merciful of the merciful!