The supplicant

 

 

I am a ruined grave, in which are piled up

Seventy-nine dead Saids with his sins and sorrows.

The eightieth is a gravestone to his grave;

All together they weep at the decline of Islam.

Together with my gravestone and moaning grave of dead Saids,

I am advancing toward my abode of tomorrow.

I am fully certain that the heavens and earth of the future

Will together surrender to Islam’s clear, shining hand.

For its strength lies in the blessing of belief,

It affords peace and security to all beings.

Said Nursi