Munajat of the Complainers

بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

إِلَهِي إِلَيْكَ أَشْكُو نَفْساً بِالسُّوءِ أَمَّارَةً وَ إِلَى الْخَطِيئَةِ مُبَادِرَةً وَ بِمَعَاصِيكَ مُولَعَةً وَ لِسَخَطِكَ مُتَعَرِّضَةً تَسْلُكُ بِي مَسَالِكَ الْمَهَالِكِ وَ تَجْعَلُنِي عِنْدَكَ أَهْوَنَ هَالِكٍ كَثِيرَةَ الْعِلَلِ طَوِيلَةَ الْأَمَلِ إِنْ مَسَّهَا الشَّرُّ تَجْزَعُ وَ إِنْ مَسَّهَا الْخَيْرُ تَمْنَعُ مَيَّالَةً إِلَى اللَّعِبِ وَ اللَّهْوِ مَمْلُوَّةً بِالْغَفْلَةِ وَ السَّهْوِ تُسْرِعُ بِي إِلَى الْحَوْبَةِ وَ تُسَوِّفُنِي بِالتَّوْبَةِ إِلَهِي أَشْكُو إِلَيْكَ عَدُوّاً يُضِلُّنِي وَ شَيْطَاناً يُغْوِينِي قَدْ مَلَأَ بِالْوَسْوَاسِ صَدْرِي وَ أَحَاطَتْ هَوَاجِسُهُ بِقَلْبِي يُعَاضِدُ لِيَ الْهَوَى وَ يُزَيِّنُ لِي حُبَّ الدُّنْيَا وَ يَحُولُ بَيْنِي وَ بَيْنَ الطَّاعَةِ وَ الزُّلْفَى ،

My God, to You I complain of a soul that incites to evil, rushes into sin, is infatuated with disobeying You and exposes itself to Your wrath. It leads me along the paths of ruin and makes me, before You, the most worthless of the ruined. Its ailments are many, its hopes are long; if evil touches it, it frets, and if good touches it, it withholds. It leans towards play and amusement, it is filled with heedlessness and forgetfulness; it hurries me towards sin and makes me put off repentance. My God, I complain to You of an enemy who leads me astray and a Satan who seduces me. He has filled my breast with whisperings, and his promptings have encircled my heart. He lends support to my caprice, makes the love of this world attractive to me, and stands between me and obedience and nearness.

إِلَهِي إِلَيْكَ أَشْكُو قَلْباً قَاسِياً مَعَ الْوَسْوَاسِ مُتَقَلِّبا وَ بِالرَّيْنِ وَ الطَّبْعِ مُتَلَبِّساً وَ عَيْناً عَنِ الْبُكَاءِ مِنْ خَوْفِكَ جَامِدَةً وَ إِلَى مَا يَسُرُّهَا طَامِحَةً إِلَهي لا حَوْلَ لِي وَ لا قُوَّةَ إِلّا بِقُدْرَتِكَ وَ لا نَجَاةَ لِي مِنْ مَكَارِهِ الدُّنْيَا إِلّا بِعِصْمَتِكَ فَأَسْأَلُكَ بِبَلاغَةِ حِكْمَتِكَ وَ نَفَاذِ مَشِيَّتِكَ أَنْ لا تَجْعَلَنِي لِغَيْرِ جُودِكَ مُتَعَرِّضاً وَ لا تُصَيِّرَنِي لِلْفِتَنِ غَرَضاً وَ كُنْ لِي عَلَى الْأَعْدَاءِ نَاصِراً وَ عَلَى الْمَخَازِي وَ الْعُيُوبِ سَاتِراً وَ مِنَ الْبَلاءِ [الْبَلايَا] وَاقِياً وَ عَنِ الْمَعَاصِي عَاصِماً بِرَأْفَتِكَ وَ رَحْمَتِكَ يَا أَرْحَمَ الرَّاحِمِينَ

My God, to You I complain of a heart that is hard, turning this way and that with the whisperings, and covered with rust and a seal; and of an eye that is dry of weeping out of fear of You, and gazes eagerly at what delights it. My God, I have no power and no strength except through Your might, and there is no deliverance for me from the hardships of this world except through Your protection. So I ask You, by the reach of Your wisdom and the fulfilment of Your will, not to make me seek out anything but Your generosity, and not to make me a target for trials. Be my helper against enemies, the coverer of my disgraces and faults, my shield against affliction, and my guard against acts of disobedience, by Your tenderness and Your mercy, O Most Merciful of the merciful.