Sahifa Alavia -Supplication in the middle of the night - 107

My God, how many destructive sins have occurred where You showed forbearance instead of meeting them with Your punishment,

And how many crimes were committed which You generously concealed through Your noble grace.

My God, even if my lifespan was long in Your disobedience,

And my sins grew vast within the record of deeds,

I harbor no hope for anything other than Your forgiveness,

Nor do I wish for anything other than Your good pleasure.

My God, when I reflect upon Your pardon, my sins seem small to me,

Yet when I recall the severity of Your retribution, my affliction appears immense.

Ah, what grief if I read a sin in the scrolls that I have forgotten while You have recorded it,

And You command: "Seize him!"

O how helpless is that captive whom his own kin cannot rescue,

Nor can his tribe benefit him,

Pitied by the gathering when the call for his judgment is announced.

Ah, what grief from a fire that consumes the livers and the kidneys,

Ah, what grief from a fire that strips away the scalp and flesh,

Ah, what grief from being submerged beneath the blazing flames of hellfire.