Allah - The Compationate

Go on your way and be comforted,
Child of the Faithful;
He who has moulded the world in His hands
Holds it and us in His hands forever.
What he has written you cannot alter,
What he has not written never shall be,
So go on your way and be comforted,
Child of the Faithful.

I keep the sweetness of my voice to sing to Him,
I make my fairest verses in His praise.
Rare and more rare fall His gifts about me,
Granted before I have the wit to ask them,
His kindness to me is greater than I can bear;
My voice is not sweet enough to sing of Him
And my verses are too little to hold His praise.

Walk on light-hearted, caring and carrying nothing
Leaving all to Him;
Fear not what man may do, grieve not at sorrow,
Especially plan not, for He has planned all things;
Walk on light-hearted, caring and carrying nothing,
Leaving all to him.