At God's doorstep asking for forgiveness,
Asking for help really.
Lost somewhere and could not be found,
I am still searching for myself, in past, the present, future.
Don't really know, or have no plans,
Among thousand of islands the stranded one I am not.
I am at the doorstep of the God.

I fear - my mistakes are mountain
And what to do except regret and despair
For all the wrongs I have done?

Now clearly I either see
I am insane and could not be right
Or just unfortunate one with that.

What else to do,
Except to knock on door of mercy
Of Ar-Rahman?

What else to do,
Then cry the plea of help
For lost mind and heart.