I heard that a drunkard, intoxicated by wine

Ran into the sanctuary of a mosque

He wailed at the threshold of mercy

Saying, 'O Lord, take me to the highest paradise'

The muezzin grabbed his collar and said, 'Hey

A dog and the mosque! O heedless of reason and faith'

What worthy act have you done that you desire paradise?

Pride does not suit your ugly face

The drunk old man said and wept

'O master, let go of me, for I am drunk'

Do you marvel at the Lord's mercy

That a sinner remains hopeful?

I am not telling you to accept my excuse

The door of repentance is open, and God is the helper

I am ashamed of the Generous One's kindness

To admit my sin before His great forgiveness

Someone whom old age has brought to their knees

If you do not take his hand, he will not rise

I am that old man fallen to the ground

O God, by Your grace, lift me up

I do not ask for greatness and position

Forgive my helplessness and sin

If you help, I will abandon minor errors

Do not make me known for my foolishness

You are the seer, and we fear one another

For You conceal, and we tear the curtain

People raise a clamor outside

While You cover and protect Your servant within

If the servants are rebellious out of ignorance

The masters will draw their pens

If You forgive as much as Your generosity

No sinner will remain in existence

And if You are angry in proportion to sin

Send them to hell and do not ask for balance

If you hold my hand, I will reach somewhere

But if you let go, no one will catch me

Who can show strength if you help?

Who will achieve salvation if you grant it?

Two groups will be at the Judgment Day

I do not know which way they will show me

I wonder if my path will be from the right side

For nothing straight came from my hand

My heart gives me this hope from time to time

That God has regard for white hair

I wonder if He has regard for me

For I have no shame from myself

Wasn't Joseph who saw so much affliction and bondage

When his command became effective and his rank elevated

Did he not forgive the sin of Jacob's children?

For beauty lay in his true form

He did not bind them to their bad deeds

He did not reject their small goods

We have the same hope from your grace

Forgive this poor one, O dear one

No one has seen a blacker record than mine

For none of my deeds are acceptable

Except that my trust is in your help

My hope is in your forgiveness

I brought no goods except hope

O God, do not make me hopeless of your pardon