Bíodh is nach bhfuil ionam ach peacach neamhghlan,
Cinnte faoi do thrócaire atáim.
Bítear ag fonóid fúm ar an tsráid
Clúdaithe le deannach an pheaca atáim.
Briste atá an croí i mo chliabh,
Dealg i súil na ndaoine mé
Ar strae ar chonair an ghrá atáim
is neach monuar, gan éifeacht mé.
Féach orm, is leigheasfar mé,
Táim ag tnúth go mór le grásta Uait
Is is cinnte faoi do thrócaire atáim.
Ahmad Jam (1048 -1141)
Confident of Your Mercy
I may be nothing but an unclean sinner
yet I am confident of Your mercy.
They make fun of me on the street
besmirched as I am by the dust of sin.
My heart is ruined within
I'm a thorn in humanity's eye.
Lost am I on the path of Love
A feckless creature, if the truth be told.
Look upon me now and I shall be made whole
How I long for Your grace
And confident I am of Your mercy.
