Ibn Rajab on Bidding Farewell to Ramadan (PDF)
Download here: https://docdro.id/3lzH8pY What good have I earned for myself? This is just my lot, Others find themselves mended, yet I remain broken. The most trifling of sins has left me feeling constricted and empty. People march on, but my wretchedness has crippled me. O my God, o my reliance! Until when will you cease repelling me from your door? In desiring You, I have been made enfeebled and emaciated. All my stratagems are of no use, you know exactly who I am. Is it possible to change one's fate? They've all attained proximity, but my gruffness has distanced me from God. My demons are an affliction, desiring to finish me for good. Ever since You've turned away from me, pain has been my lot. So, have mercy—the slave stands outside Your door.