Number 1

My God, first send me the bread I call for from the unseen skies; then invite me as a guest to eat at your table. To thank you for your endless gifts, send me a gift with no bound, no limit, no end. As my body is always visible and my soul always hidden, send me strength and sustenance, both seen and unseen. So that a wave may pull me from the shore back into the open sea, send me a hundred waves each moment, like the Sea of Oman. I am no ordinary beggar, unworthy of true servitude; when you grant me servitude, make me a king and a sultan in it. My God, since you made me a headman with no means and no household, send me whatever you know a headman needs. Since you have made me king in the realm of nothingness and poverty, send me tribute and taxes from all the other kings, moment by moment. Whatever you know I need each month and each year, if you send it, send me that much every year afterward. In Maghrebi's own words, by the glory of kingdom and faith, say: from your own store, send me sheep and wheat and bread.