Tagore speaks for me…

If I were Tagore, I would have prayed exactly such this morning:

This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows .

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love .

This morning – when I’m coming to you –

Oh, Allah, I turn to you because…

I woke up this morning with a prayer.  I read it last night before going to sleep from Like the Flowing River by Paulo Coelho.  It is a quotation from Qur’an (wish if he had given the exact reference of Sura and Aayat, I could find it in my copy of Qur’an).  The prayer goes like:

Oh, Allah, I turn to you because you know everything , even what is hidden.

If what I am doing is good for me and for my religion, and my life hereafter, then left that task be easy and blessed.

If what I am doing is bad for me and for my religion, for my life now and hereafter, remove me from that task.

I chanted the first two lines as I just woke up and was still in bed–I could not recite the third one.

May God bless you!

May God Keep you away from all the evils, May God keep you happy all your life! I know He has blessed you with all strength to face anything, to get up from whatever, but why should He put you to tests again and again–May God keep you away from anything that may put you down!