Am I among the waverers?
Have I been poisoned by time
in the company of scoffing mushrikun?

Whose side am I on?
Do I seek honours from God alone
or does fame and fortune still beckon?

When I stand upon the hill,
the wide spaces fill me with taqwa
and from my heart, Al-Mu'izz, I sing your praises

but when the wooden door slams
on this rabbit hutch, I struggle to find fortitude
though like Ayoub, perhaps I do not deny You, but curse You for my sores

Let that be my better name, then -
Julaybib Ayoub
and I beg You bestow Your honours as I dishonour myself