Ya nafsiy, ya nafsiy, what has made you forget?
“…alaa be’dhikrillaahi tatma’ennul quloub….”
Ya nafsiy, ya nafsiy
What has made you so restless?
What has driven you to run after that which you cannot catch?
If you were given a mountain of gold, you would still want another!
Where will you stop?
When you have your nice Beemer or Cien?
When you have her at your arm?
When you have the Toll Brothers design your mansion?
Or, when you are six feet under?
What has made you forget your Ancestral Realm?
Those fields of joy and forests of serenity, where you can know no sorrow?
What has made you forget the laughter of its children that carries so softly across the clouds?
What has made you relent in your pursuit for the crown of honor and that which is sweeter than musk?
What has made you slacken in your desire for the majestic spires and the resplendent castles that await?
What has made you forget about her – she has been preparing to meet you since the day you were born?
Ya nafsiy ya nafsiy, where are you going?
“…fa ayna tazhaboun?”