O World

Ah, O world.. what again?

You delight in my pain and increase my sorrows,

Even the wounds are racing to see which comes first,

Days have become hard, and years are against me,

Ah, O world, what again?

By God, O Sheikha, stop my sorrows,

Destined for me the bravest folks to assist me in hardship,

And in my time, the greatest woman, even if she holds my crutch,

And my mind will not falter, fortified by my faith,

Ah, O world, what again?

Why do you want a struggle? Leave me, why should I suffer?

And your weapon of desires... they are surrounding me,

You try to tempt me with your fleeting beauty,

Taken from my soul... it distances me from my Lord,

Ah, O world, what again?

O Lord, despite the wound, keep me steadfast on my religion,

O Lord, and with patience make my scales lighter,

And protect me from myself and from my demons,

And let my enemies never gloat over me,

No matter how the worries increase and surround me,

Don't let me falter, except in my prayers.

O World Mohammed Hassan Zaghloul sorrows God the greatest woman struggle

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