In the darkness, the sun rose A cool breeze blew in the heat And soft rain woke dead earth Can you hear the cry of…

Facing the kabah, the boy stood While, from his eyes, tears poured His body was motionless as wood Full of awe for his majestic Lord…

When the heavens wept over man’s foul deeds and the cursed one was well pleased When the world groaned and sighed, and from the dark…

With bated breath and trembling hearts, we wait With eyes uplifted like cupped palms, we wait With yearning equal to the vast sea, we wait…

You cut Joy at the root You wreck the fresh blush of Youth O, ravager of Beauty and fleeting Fame Even the dead hearts tremble…

From day wo’k, infinite pay? On the day of Absolute Justice, from their very heart even the polytheist will shout, “truly you have no peer!”…