The power of its might
Makes the tide rise and fall,
Makes an Ummah strong and tall,
Be crushed from the bickering and the fights.

Such a small fragment
Squint to make it appear before your eyes,
Even upon the clear skies.
What a heavy message it presents....

The noor of this tiny sliver,
Fills the body and the soul,
Tames the wildest of Mongols:
A brook from a mighty river.

Oh Napolean of the sky!
It is you that causes us to abstain,
In order for us to attain,
The power to praise that which we cannot deny: His existence.

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