A mere pilgrim am I,
In simple garb as I pray,
Before our very Lord,
I wish for my sins,
To be washed and purified,
As I beg for mercy,
Guidance and forgiveness,
I turn my face to you,
O Creator of the Universe,
Closer to us than any other,
As I beg for mercy,
Amongst all these pilgrims,
We all turn to you,
In devout prayer and worship,
To grant us your eternal paradise,
Firdaous- the highest rank of all,
Where rivers of honey may flow,
And golden castles may stand,
As thrones await their owners to seat,
Happiness Lasts Forever,
A concept too wild to believe,
Yet real as real can be,
Do not turn us away,
For we have nowhere else to turn to.