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There is no zeal in my worship, no feeling, my God,

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

There is no zeal in my worship, no feeling, my God, In my heart there is not a breath of fear, my God,Not a trace is left of the track of istighfar, my God,What kind of servant have I become — I am dumbfounded at my state,With eyes as dry as stone I am lifeless and powerless…Akrom MALIK@solihbakir #audiosher

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