Thursday, November 4, 2010

Native Deen - Tala a'l badru a'layna

Welcome, best caller to God's way
With a word to be obeyed
Like a bright moon in the valley of darkness we lay

Tala'al-Badru 'alayna,
min thaniyyatil-Wada'
wajaba shukru 'alayna,
ma da'a lilahi da'
Ayyuha al-mab'uthu fina
ji'ta bi-al-amri al-muta'
Ji'ta sharraft al-Madinah
marhaban ya khayra daa

His eyes slowly rising
Sunrise warms the horizon
Sand dunes form in the distance
He’s up and out in an instant

The crowd, they all were waiting
Watching and anticipating
A man appears from afar
Could it be the one sent by Allah

He shouts, “Here comes the prophet!”
His face is a light that drives out the darkness
Words are alive – his message is living
Joy everywhere, our voices are singing


He steps and reaches to touch
This man who suffered so much
His own troubles could not compare
To the Prophet scorned everywhere

He was shunned away by his own kin
Ridiculed and stoned by the townsmen
His blood was shed for the truth
But never was he vengeful or rude.

Then the Prophet turns and he smiles
Radiance that spreads out for miles
Embraces his hand with kindness and care
His heart sings out for all those to hear!


Wakes up, alarm clock is ringing
Moonlight, the sun hasn’t risen
Faint sounds of cars on the street
But inside his heart he feels peace

He starts recalling his dream
The Prophets face he had seen
He remembers then the tradition
In a dream it truly will be him

Allah, oh what a feeling
So many years he followed his teachings
And this is greatest time in his life
He prays to Allah and sings through the night


Welcome, best caller to God's way
With a word to be obeyed
Thank god he still seems alive


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