How the Dawn Calls
Voices terrify ears
Dreams are soon disturbed/
(1)From an old man whose voice
Deprive "the Adhan" its rights
(2)to a youthful voice - not from my land perhaps
Vibrant / Enough to woo an angel / Enough for Death to stay a murder event /
Even at when
"Shaytan" kisses my eyelids for more cursed sleep
Serenity / Peace / warmness I produce every dawn
from the voices that beat & ride the air in freedom /
From a grateful soul
Unlike days when the "Adhan" was chained to fear death - war
Thanks to the Rosul / Peace unto him / his companions / as long as man calls to prayer.
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