I saw a girl with golden hair.

  and wished I was as fair.

  When suddenly she rose to leave,

  I saw her hobble down the aisle.

  She had one leg and wore a crutch.

  But as she passed, a smile.

  Ya Allah, forgive me when I whine.

The lad who sold it had such charm.

I talked with him, he seemed so glad.

If I were late, it'd do no harm.

And as I left, he said to me,

"I thank you, you've been so kind.

It's nice to talk with folks like you.

You see," he said, "I'm blind."

Ya Allah, forgive me when I whine.

  I saw a child with eyes of blue.

  He stood and watched the others play.

  He did not know what to do.

  I stopped a moment and then I said,

  "Why don't you join the others, dear?"

  He looked ahead without a word.

  And then I knew, he couldn't hear.

  Ya Allah, forgive me when I whine.

With eyes to see the sunset's glow.

With ears to hear what I'd know.

Ya Allah, forgive me when I whine.