Morning light through the bedroom window, slow motion dust specks swirling in the sun
I close my eyes, and I’m floating along...
Sun, did you warm the face of the Prophet the way you warm mine and make this room glow?
Dust, were you brushed from the beard of the Prophet, returning from Jihad, so long ago?
Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Yaa Rabba-l `aalamiin
Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Sallallaahu `alaihi wa salam
Rain pouring down upon my garden, rhythm for the wind that sings his song
I close my eyes, and I’m drumming along...
Rhythm of rain, were you once a river, that purified the Prophet before his prayers?
Wind, were you a breath form the lips of the Prophet carrying wisdom to thirsty ears?
Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Yaa Rabba-l `aalamiin
Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Sallallaahu `alaihi wa salam
Sharp, clear crescent, light in the blue night, slipping in silence through a star scattered sky.
I close my eyes, and I know that I belong...
Were you the same moon that lit the way of the Prophet, slipping through the desert on his Hijrah?
Stars did you map the way to Madinah, for the blessed Messenger of Allah?
Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Yaa Rabba-l `aalamiin
Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Sallallaahu `alaihi wa salam
I close my eyes, and I’m floating along.
I close my eyes, and I’m drumming a song.
I close my eyes, and I know that I belong.
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