I have undertaken what cannot be borne. My strength has weakened from my fears. My Lord, your servant Musa has called you, my beloved. Grant him a portion from your vast palace. So be my helper, may my mothers be sacrificed for my brigade, and my heart is like a pearl from the temptations of sins. I was struck by a neck, and its abundance. Apology, if you prolong it with boasting. And how many days have you spent in play? And in vain, and how much have I wasted in jest? In idleness, my life has been consumed by distractions. Ah, for its disguise in play and merriment. And how many times have I disobeyed in ignorance, then you concealed me? And your door of grace is not closed to me. From me is the offense, and from You is the continuous kindness. From me is the Lord, and all grace is from You. You have stripped me with grace and kindness. You have covered my deeds with Your grace. O my brother, by that secret by which the heavens and the earth were raised, then it is sound. Yes, by Your grace, what was abandoned. And by Your forbearance, mend what has become apparent. And make us a pride, then relief will follow. How many times after distress has there been relief? And prayers upon the Chosen One, as long as the stars appear in the horizons like pearls. And to the intelligent Abd Allah, a seed on Friday of Al-Talasi, a saying: My heart is a child with illness. And the body is destroyed by sickness. When youth turned away from me, and my soul felt the sword. When I saw youth leave me, I saw my tears for youth. If