Religion
XII: From all ills, shield Thou me, O God…
Translated by H. G. Raverty (1867) · From Selections from the Poetry of the Afghans (1867)
From all ills, shield Thou me, O God, my Protector!
For save Thee, there is none other, my Protector!
Unto Thee I have intrusted the affairs of both worlds:
Of all things, both of faith and country, Thou art the Protector!
The flesh and the devil, alas! waylay me everywhere:
I have no means of escape, save through Thee, O Protector!
Of the world's calamities and woes, I shall have no dread;
Since, everywhere, Thou art my shield from ill, O Protector!
When I draw near unto Thee, go Thou before, O my guide!
For on this road I have no other friend but Thee, O Protector!
Every morn I cry unto Thee: with Thee I for union yearn;
Then, one morn, accept the prayer of my heart, O Protector!
Upon sinful Khwajah Muhammad Thy love bestow,
That he may ever praise and call upon thy name, O Protector!
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MLA
Bangash, Khwajah Muhammad. “XII: From all ills, shield Thou me, O God….” Translated by H. G. Raverty. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/khwajah-muhammad-bangash/11/.
Chicago
Bangash, Khwajah Muhammad. “XII: From all ills, shield Thou me, O God….” Translated by H. G. Raverty. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/khwajah-muhammad-bangash/11/.
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