PRAY ARABIC
God forbid that i be
The executioner who bleds the sheep,
Nor a sheep in the hand of the torments.
Help me aways tell the truth
In the presence of the strong,
And never tell lies to win applause from the weak.
My god!
If you give me the fortune,
do not take away my happiness;
if you give me the strength,
do not take away my sanity;
if am to prosper,
do not let me lose modesty,
preserving only the pride of dignity.
Help me enjoy the other side of things,
so as not to see the betrayl off opponents,
nor do i accuse them more severely than myself.
Do not le me be struck by the illusion of glory,
when success full and not desparete wen you feeel unsuccessful.
Reminds me of the experience of failure,
can provide a greater process.
O God!
It makes me that forgiveness is the highesst index of strength,
and revenge is proof weakness.
If you take away my fortune,
leave me the hope.
If lack beauty an heath,
conforte me with grace of faith.
And when i hust the ingratitude and
incomprehension of my fellow man,
creates in my soul the force of apology and forgiveness.
And finally sir,
if i forget you,
te rogo assim,
do not ever forget me
A very beautiful, exciting player, translated from arabic, by Seme Draibe. Posted in periodicall.
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