O Master. You are so gracious. After all these years you still remember who I am: the one who wears the dust of your door like a crown. Tell me, who taught you to be so generous to your slaves? O holy bird, bless this path I’m on for I’m new to this traveling, it’s a long way I gave to go. O morning breeze, take my prayers to the master, and tell him that each day I am on my knees at dawn.

— Hafiz rahimahu Llah –