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O Allah, today my forehead met the dust for Your sake
As my nose was rubbed in the basest of materials-
They have become well acquainted through prostrations.
O Allah, as my palms greet the dirt five times a day
I am reunited with that from which I was made
And that which, one day, i will never part from again.
My body's breaths are numbered
While my soul will return to you forever.
And, O Allah, as I laid my forehead on the dust
I realized which of these two is more worthy of posterity.
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