Ya Rabbi! How we have fooled ourselves!
We sit with pens looking to write the answers for our soul.

Ya Rabbi! How we have fooled ourselves!
The mathematicians have become teachers of the heart.

Ya Rabbi! How we have fooled ourselves!
We have become enamored by scholar’s ink.

Ya Rabbi! How we have fooled ourselves!
Their ink always fades away.

Ya Rabbi! How we have fooled ourselves!
We have become enamored by their words.

Ya Rabbi! How we have fooled ourselves!
Their words carry the infection of their ego.

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We seek to fill our days with pure actions,
when we have not yet purified our intentions.

We make intention to remove our bad characteristics,
we yearn to bring out our humanity.

But can an intention be made pure by an initial thought,
when within a moment it can be perverted to the ego’s hope?

Ya Rabbi! There is no removing this disease
without your assistance.

Ya Rabbi! Only when we know what we are in desperate need of,
only then our Guide arrives with clarity.

Ya Rabbi! It is with the connection to this Saint,
that we can find the solution to our mania.

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With this association we slowly remove the layers of pretending,
replaced with a glimmer of the reality.

But even at the start of this weak effort,
we realize our true station.

We call ourselves ‘mureeds’,
but how can we compare to mureeds who passed?

Those who lived more sincere lives,
their occupation with their Lord.

And we look at ourselves, are we worthy of the title “human”,
much less the title of “student”?

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Through this Way, we realize each veil removed exposes
the oceans of veils underneath.

Rub hard on the black mark within ourselves,
but each motion makes it darker.

Work for endless days on removing just our pride,
and we find pride exists still in ever changing forms.

Our souls are contaminated with this lust,
the heedlessness is within each and every darkened corner.

This Saint has not yet cured us,
But he has shown us the depths of our disease.

But within this Saint we see hope,
Since closeness to accomplishment comes residual benefit

Within this Saint we see another hope,
His hope for us.

So we dig every day to create the grave for our ego,
and yet every day it lives on.