Muhammad heard “recite,” and he did,
till his words grew like roots into our souls
I.
The Prophet like a bird takes flight
Returning to the bosom of Allah
The Light of Muhammad persists here
Even as his body falls to the material world
Praise Allah, he sent Muhammad with the Book
So to guide his people from darkness
From sickness into health
From solitude into love
Muhammad heard “recite,” and he did,
till his words grew like roots into our souls
II.
Arabia fell silent that days
His followers’ heads hung low
The ache of melancholy like hunger
In their stomach
Not an eye was dry
But rejoice, we know Allah
Because Muhammad came to us with his words
Muhammad heard “recite,” and he did,
till his words grew like roots into our souls
III.
The day Muhammad went, Allah wept
Even the Beloved knew of earthly suffering
Though he had a mantle about his shoulders
Oh! The immortal light of the Prophet!
The mortal man that is Muhammad
Lives on by our humble imitation
Muhammad heard “recite,” and he did,
till his words grew like roots into our souls