The entire ummah lay bleeding,
A pretty damsel in distress,
And while the common man lay sleeping,
He’s responsible for this mess.
For when he left his sacred home,
When he decided to be there no more,
When his aim was to play and roam,
And he emptied out his spiritual core.
For when he ceased to pay attention,
And let his heart rot and mould,
Leaving his home in a torturous suspension,
Until it turned bitter and cold.
That’s when the walls began to fall,
That’s when the windows began to shatter,
And where there was always something to respond to his call,
Now all he heard was meaningless patter.
Oh repent! Accept! You dying soul,
Salvage your ruins before the end,
Once more set yourself a higher goal,
Only you can yourself completely mend.
I urge you, oh slave, to stand once more,
To harden yourself and to astound,
For you He has everything in store,
But have you yet yourself found?
Our entire ummah lay suffering,
Yet we refuse to hold His hand,
When will you accept His offering?
When will you realise you’re turning bland?
Our ummah calls you silently,
Our ummah asks for you and me,
Our ummah raises her hands in plea,
Oh won’t you come reunite me?