Tala'al Badru

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