What happened to those days when my faith was strong?
When I wouldn't dare think of doing anything wrong
When my trust in Allah would lead me through
The good and bad, the old and new
What happened to the days when my prayer was sincere?
When there was absolutely nothing on earth I would fear
When I was certain that Allah was very near
And would run to Him and leave all else that is dear
What happened to those days when I could recite well?
When I bought Paradise and this world I would sell
When my heart was pure and all full of light
When my Salah was my source of strength and might
What's wrong my soul, why did you fall?
Don't you know that Allah hears your call?
A little test like this shouldn't beat you so
It shouldn't pull you down to a level so low
Don't you know that Allah always chooses what is best
And that this is all part of a previously planned test
Allah is Great, Allah is Al-Hakeem
His ways are just, no matter how hard it may seem
Hold on my soul, to the fireball in your palm
Hold on tight and when it burns, be calm
Whenever it falls, bend down and restart
Let out the tears and wipe clean that heart
Get back on your feet and go back to those days
You will soon see this is only a transient phase--
Source: This poem has been taken from this blog, with many thanks.