A quiet room, with only the sounds of rain falling
A window to look out of and see birds chirping, one another they are calling 

Calling to gather atop the trees in a state of tranquillity
To join together and worship Allaah the All Mighty

Over and beyond the sun slowly rises on the distant sea
Obeying Allaah the All Powerful, running its daily cause faithfully

Finishing its job as it makes its exit to the west
And out comes the next awaited guest

Twinkling in the night sky, the stars make their entrance
The moon makes its way as well with no need for repentance

Twinkling in the night sky, the stars make their entrance
The moon makes its way as well with no need for repentance

His grace and mercy bestow us with brains above all creatures
Yet compared to them we bare the most unpleasant internal features

Floating through life in selfish headlessness
Moving in slow motion with little or no progress

I, among multitudes, am shackled in dependency
Dependency on people, comfort, and being worry free

But when the sun makes its debut entering from the west
When we will no longer await our sky’s twinkling guests

When the sounds of rain dripping quickly disappear
When the blowing trumpet is all that we hear

What will be your answer, did you do your part?
Did you at least let compassion fill your heart?