O Allah! Indeed I am Your slave, the son of Your slave, son of Your bondwoman, my forelock is in Your Hand, Your decrees are bound to prevail on me and Your decree over me is just. I ask You by every name belonging to You which You named Yourself with, or revealed in Your Book, or You taught to any of Your creation, or You have preserved in the knowledge of the unseen with You, that You make the great Quran the life of my heart and the light of my breast, and the departure of my sorrow and a release of my anxiety and depression