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(An interview done by Sound Vision, Jan, 2005) An Ontario native, of English-Scottish descent, Dawud (formerly `David') Wharnsby Ali, left a brief career as a singer/songwriter and performer in Celtic and traditional Folk circles, after embracing Islam in 1993. Sound Vision interviewed him to probe the mind behind this Muslim artist. SV: How do you come up with ideas for recordings? DWA: It is hard to explain exactly what will inspire ideas for songs or poems I write. Some things that the average person might think would be inspirational, may not effect me in the least. Something very insignificant to others may effect me deeply and inspire me to write. Vary rarely do I pick a theme, or take a suggested theme, then sit down to write about it. Usually I am effected by something that I see or experience. My lyrics often come out all at once, in a sort of `burst'. If I do not write them down quickly or record them in some way, they are gone from my head. After I write a song, I te...

Oh the moon has come The day is done The night has covered up the sun. I have stood so often before you to pray But I wonder Allah, tell me, what did I do today? Did I remember the words of Al-Fatiha? Did I take time to thank you for all that I have? Did I call on you to guide my way? Tell me, what did I do today? I has whispered to you As I made ruku Subhana Rabiy'yal adheem. But was my faith Bright or grey? Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today? Did I smile at my brother? Was I kind to my mother? Did I teach another something that I know Or did my love of this world lead me astray? Tell me, what did I do today? Sami Allah hu liman hamida Rabanna lakal hamd. Sami Allah hu liman hamida Rabanna lakal hamd. La illaha il Allah. La illaha il Allah. Though I've bowed to you with my face in the dust, subhana raby'yal a'la Did I turn to you And did I obey? Oh Allah, tell me, what did I do today? Did I use my mind? Did I use my time? If I search my heart what will I find? The ...

Can you hear the rhythm of Allah’s creation? The rhythm of the clapping of the thunder and the rain. Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation? The lightning and the leaves, and the seasons as they change. Watch the children in the field, spinning round and round. Watch their silly, dizzy falls upon the ground. They grip on to long grass afraid of spinning with the sun. Reality deceives them neath the smiling mask of fun. Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation? The rhythm of the children aging brown hair into gray. Can you see the rhythm of Allah’s creation? Alternation of the moon and the stars passing into day. Watch the grown-ups all twirling with the clock throughout the day. Watch them spinning with the hours while the clock hands tick away. They talk and grip the world as they would catch a falling knife. Reality deceives them neath the musing games of life. Can you hear the rhythm of Allah’s creation? The storm against the sand, and the pulsating waves. Can you see the rhyt...

I’m looking back, throughout the years, To breathe as hard, and my eyes are filled with tears. Your face and hair are full of light, now it will soon be time to go. I feel you feeling calm now, did the angel let you know? CHORUS: For all the wisdom and tea you gave to me, Let me offer something now so warm and comforting and sweet, Can you hear me whisper to you as you sleep, “La Ilaha Ill Allah.” Did you always understand? Can you feel me take your hand? Flowers, houseplants and I, you helped us grow Now as I hold your cup, how were you and I to know? I care for you and look for hints of Paradise, as I bend to wash your feet. Our minutes fade like photographs of crowds from an evening street. CHORUS I dreamt we sat in the kitchen , like we used to drinking tea. The apparition vanished, as in life’s reality. “We will meet again,” is what I’m sure I felt her say. On the day when veils and secrets of the heart will be torn away. For all the wisdom and tea you gave to me, Let me offer som...

All the sounds that surround us, All the noises that dumb-found us, The clatter and the clammer of the clutter of our lives. Cars and streets, make silence shatter, Idle minds fill up with idle chatter, If we fill our void, that’s all that matters. CHORUS Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm? What’s wrong with you and I? Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm from the heels of believers Marching to the garden as they strive. We digitise the revelation, Does our rehearsed recitation, Go any deeper than our throats? Our calls to prayer seem to raise up to the sky. Conferences, and lectures, seminars for you and I. The words that blow away with the nasheed that make us cry, yet. Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm? What’s wrong with you and I? Why are the drums so silent? Why can’t we hear the rhythm from the heels of believers Marching to the garden as they strive. And if we can just be brave enough to be each other’s mirror. ...

In the morning when we wake: Bismillah, Bismillah With every step we take: Bismillah, Bismillah With every word we say: Bismillah, Bismillah And every game we play: Bismillah, Bismillah Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim, Alhamdulillah hi Rabbil Alameen Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim, Alhamdulillah hi Rabbil Alameen With everything we do: Bismillah, Bismillah And everything that’s new: Bismillah, Bismillah With every place we go: Bismillah, Bismillah And every friend we know: Bismillah, Bismillah Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim, Alhamdulillah hi Rabbil Alameen Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim, Alhamdulillah hi Rabbil Alameen With every song we sing: Bismillah, Bismillah On every mountain peace will ring: Bismillah, Bismillah Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim, Alhamdulillah hi Rabbil Alameen Bismillah hir Rahman nir Rahim, Alhamdulillah hi Rabbil Alameen

There was a chipmunk climbing up a tree. I stopped to look at him and he stopped to look at me. When I said hello he didn’t understand and he went to runaway. I recited some Quran and he decided to say. Animals love to hear Quran, try it out someday. They’ll stop and listen carefully to every word you say. Allah created animals, Allah created man. And he sent a book to guide us all, even animals love Quran. Sitting at my window to ponder at the sky, I saw a little bird as it flew by. I recited some Quran, and it wasn’t very long, Till the bird sat near my window and decided to sing along. Animals love to hear Quran, try it out someday. They’ll stop and listen carefully to every word you say. Allah made the chipmunks and the birds, Allah created man. And he sent a book to guide us all, even animals love Quran. Playing in the yard on a warm sunny day, A shy little kitten watched me play. I bent down to pat him on the head but I think he was scared of me. I recited some Quran; she smiled ...

CHORUS: Here we come Allah, here we come, Here we come, no partners do you have. All praises to you, the universe is yours. Here we come Allah, here we come. The world is a very, very big house. Many people, living in many rooms. We must open all the doors up. We must, unlock them all today. Throw all the keys away. CHORUS Oceans and mountains divide us. But the same fire burns inside us. We must through the world behind us. With Allah is where you’ll find us here. Here we come, oh here. Here, here, here, here

CHORUS: La ilaha illallah (4) Muhammadur Rasulullah (3) Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam Al-Khaliq made the oceans, rivers, lakes, streams and rain bow their waves in pure submission, upon the earth to praise His name. CHORUS There is no creature among us, In the air or in the sea, That does not sing with wonder, Praising in community. CHORUS The dry earth is a sign, For all of mankind, Brought to life with peaceful rain, And to us Allah will do the same. CHORUS La ilaha illallah (4) Muhammadur Rasulullah (3) Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam Salallahu Alayhi Wasallam

These are the days of Eid, Make Takbir wherever you are. These are the days, Allahu Akbar. These are the days of Eid, Sing together everyone. La Ilaha Ill Allah Wa Lillah Hil Hamd. Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar. La Ilaha Ill Allahu Wallahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar Wa lillah Hil Hamd. Allah is Great, Allah is Great. There is no God but Allah. Allah is Great, Allah is Great, And all praise to him. Allah is Great, Allah is Great. There is no God but Allah. Allah is Great, Allah is Great, And all praise belongs to Allah. These are the days of Eid, Make Takbir wherever you are. These are the days, Allahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar. La Ilaha Ill Allahu Wallahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar Wa lillah Hil Hamd. Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar. La Ilaha Ill Allahu Wallahu Akbar. Allahu Akbar Wa lillah Hil Hamd.

A whisper of peace, Moving through the land. Allah will surely run to us if we hold out our hands. A word of hope will call to every woman and man. A light until the end of time, This is our Islam. A whisper of peace, Moving through the land. Allah will surely run to us if we hold out our hands. A word of hope will call to every woman and man. A light until the end of time, This is our Islam. A whisper of peace, Moving through the land. Allah will surely run to us but do we understand? A word of hope will call to every woman and man. A light until the end of time, This is our Islam. A whisper of peace, Moving through the land. Allah will surely run to us if we hold out our hands. A word of hope will call to every woman and man. A light until the end of time, Or is this just a waste of rhyme? Are we running out of time? Is this our Islam?

It would be such a pleasure to have you come along with me, I accept your gracious offer of kindness and company. But as we walk along young man and as you help me with my load, I’ve only one request as we travel down this road, Don’t talk to me about Muhammad. Because of him there is no peace and I have trouble in my mind, so don’t talk to me about Muhammad and as we walk along together we will get along just fine, and as we walk along together we will get along. That man upsets me so, and so much more than you could know, I hear of his name and reputation everywhere I go. Though his family and his clan once knew him as an honest man, he’s dividing everyone with his claim that “God is One” So don’t talk to me about Muhammad. Because of him there is no peace and I have trouble in my mind, so don’t talk to me about Muhammad and as we walk along together we will get along just fine, and as we walk along together we will get along. He’s misled all the weak ones and the poor ones and the s...

We sipped our tea as he sat next to me, cross legged on the floor and he spoke of his youth thrown to the wolves a student of the hardship of war. A war which shaped him and molded him to a grateful and God fearing man; the struggle of a nation burned in his eyes as he re-lived his war-torn homeland. Accused and abuse he was stolen away, no justice exists with no law Like the Prophet Yusuf he was thrown into prison but they couldn’t cage his faith in Allah. The beautiful story of Yusuf has so much to fill our lives. A lesson in forgiveness and brotherhood we cannot compromise. The power of patience and the fire of hope, must burn in the hearts of the wise. The beautiful story of Yusuf has so much to fill our lives. It seemed like endless days and morningless nights, his family so blind with concern, while he held tight to his hope and his faith in Allah for the day they would see his return. The guards laughing in the black of the night as they kicked him and beat him raw, and the bloo...

Father, O Father, why do you do it? Why do you whittle all day? Why do you carve those statues of wood And fashion those idols out of clay? Father, O Father, why do you do it? Why do you bow down and pray? To all those empty gods you’ve made When there’s such a far better way? There is only one god La ilaha illallah Lord of both the earth and sky Who knows all the answers to where, what and why. There is only one god, La ilaha illallah. I've looked to the sky, seen the moon and stars Come then quickly fade away. I’ve seen the sun so strong and bright, Die at the end of the day. I’ve seen the perfection of all creation, in every creature and leaf, And I don’t understand any woman or man, Who denies the one true belief. There is only one god La ilaha illallah who will not fade and who will not die who knows all the answers to where, what and why There is only one god La ilaha illallah People, O people, why won’t you heed My call to the Straight Way? Your hearts are as hard as the ido...

There're only 28 letters that we really need and we mix them and we match them, making words so carefully. The words we put together, help us make our way with the things we want to say, every single day. Alif, “Allah”, one god to whom I pray Ba, “Bismillah”, In God’s name each step of the way Ta, “Tilawa”, words of Qur’an I will say To gain Tha, “Thawab” reward only Allah can pay. Jeem , “Jama`ah” shoulder to shoulder toe to toe Ha, “Halal & Haram” good and bad things we must know. Kha, “Khutbah” I listen quietly in the row, and make dal, “dua” calling upon Allah alone. There're only 28 letters that we really need and we mix them and we match them, making words so carefully. The words we put together, help us make our way with the things we want to say, every single day. Dhal, “dhikr” think of Allah everywhere And ra, “ruku’” bow to God in prayer za, “zakat” we give and learn to share and seen, for “sajdah” to show Allah we care. Sheen, “shukr”, thanking God is only right ...

Poems and paper napkin flowers, I could sit and listen to you for hours as I simply sip my tea ~ so sweet and brown, you facinate me. 4:45, I watch the sun rise over my steering wheel. Review mirror reflects the light in my eyes. I can’t explain this night or how I feel. Let God take your hand and please give me the other I will show you a world I would trust with no other. There is so much spontinaity I need to free, and so much beauty and colour in you, I hope will influence me. You watch me in a crowd, and you worry I’m a whisper among all that is loud. Then there is you ~ a song, full of wonder and life, and it is clear to see I want you as my wife. Let God take your hand and please give me the other, I will be your father if you’ll be my mother. There’s so much simplicity I want you to see, and so much beauty and colour in you, I hope will influence me.

Allah made us all a different shade and colour. Nations and tribes recognize one another! ’cause every single person is your sister or brother. So many different colours of Islam. Fill the world with colour, paint it everywhere you go. Paint everything you see, and tell everyone you know. Qur’an will be your paint, and your brush will be iman, So fill the world with colour, every colour of Islam. Truth as clear and blue as the sky we walk under. Love as bright and loud as the lightening and thunder. Peace as pure and white as the moon, so full of wonder. So many different colours of Islam! Fill the world with colour, paint it everywhere you go. Paint everything you see, and tell everyone you know. Qur’an will be your paint, and your brush will be iman, So fill the world with colour, every colour of Islam. Smiles, warm and shining, like the sun upon our faces. Hope as rich and green as the trees of an oasis. The colours of our faith bloom in so many places. So many different colours of ...

I'm gonna take my bicycle and ride out to a field and play under the sky with the mosquitoes and the birds. We can play together, you can come with me. Have you ever had a picnic sitting high up in a tree? Every single blade of grass And every day and month that pass and every colored leaf that decorates the fall. Every flake of snow is different, every place you go is different, everyone you know is different, that's the beauty of it all. There are a million picture puzzle pieces in the passing clouds we can contemplate and dream upon the beauty of the signs. I like to lay down with my head upon the grass, laughing with the moon and winking back at stars that pass. Every single star you see and every rock within the sea and every drop of rain that you've ever felt fall. Every flake of snow is different, every place you go is different, everyone you know is different, that's the beauty of it all. Every print on every finger of each human on the earth is different from e...

Well here we are shattered like our home Well here we are frightened and alone And we’ve returned to a land of fear Holding back the images and tears But where are those who understand the pain To teach us truth to live in hope again The guns have stopped But horrors still the same They gave us food but our thirsty souls remain Do you hear the call of the Adhan Is this for me please help me understand. Well here we are out of sight and out of mind Well there you are won’t you be so kind They say a prayer for the future of Islam They spilt our blood because of our Iman Who will build these houses of Allah Who’ll help erase the evil that we saw Come stand with us a day will surely come When our Jihaad brings hope to everyone Here we are struggling to survive Yes here we are wounded by the lies Do you hear the call of the Adhan Is this for me please help me understand Well here we are hoping day and night That you will respond Although we’re out of sight.

They say, "Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so." She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly, "This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me. This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see. These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty. Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?" This hijab, This mark of piety, Is an act of faith, a symbol, For all the world to see. A simple cloth, to preserve her dignity. So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity. They tell her, "Girl, don't you know this is the West and you are free? You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity." She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly, "See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles, with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles? Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they ar...

Walking through the crowded streets of a market in Morocco Sitting on a smiling camel in the desert of Arabia Chasing 'round the bamboo trees in Bandung Indonesia Gathering brightly coloured leaves in a forest of Canada Napping beneath the date palm shade under blue skies of Tunisia Sweeping out his parents' shop on a side street in Pakistan Planting rows of beans and maize on a small farm in Uganda Laying back to count the stars from somewhere in Afghanistan Oh Sing Children of the World (Sing along) Come together and hear the call Sing Children of the World (Sing along) Islam will unite us all Sing Children of the World (Sing along) Come together and hear the call Sing Children of the World (Sing along) Islam will unite us all Subhanallah, Wa Alhamdullillah Wa Allahu Akbar! Subhanallah, Wa Alhamdullillah Wa Allahu Akbar! Splashing through the pouring rain in a village of Guyana Nibbling cakes from picnic plates on a mountain top in Switzerland Tending to a flock of sheep down...

Morning light through the bedroom window. Slow motion dust specks swirling in the sun. I close my eyes, and I’m floating along. Sun - did you warm the face of the Prophet the way you warm mine and make this room glow? Dust - were you brushed from the beard of the Prophet, Returning from Jihad, so long ago? Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Yaa Rabba-l `aalamiin Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Sallallaahu `alaihi wa salam Rain pouring down upon my garden, rhythm for the wind that sings his song. I close my eyes and I’m drumming along. Rhythm of rain - were you once a river, that purified the Prophet before his prayers? Wind - were you a breath form the lips of the Prophet carrying wisdom to thirsty ears? Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Yaa Rabba-l `aalamiin Allahumma Salli `alaa Muhammad Sallallaahu `alaihi wa salam Sharp, clear crescent, light in the blue night. Slipping in silence through a star scattered sky. I close my eyes and I know that I belong. Were you the same moon that lit the wa...

Put all our pride away, always find a gentle word to say you know we shouldn't fool ourselves, Allah has given so much to you and me. Put all our pride away, Always thank Allah when we prey, You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves when we, should be full of humility. We're all livin' here together on this planet floatin' round the sun We're all equal to one another, no one's better than anyone The only ting we have to weigh us all apart is the faith only Allah can see, deep inside our hearts. Put all our pride away, always find a gentle word to say you know we shouldn't fool ourselves, Allah has given so much to you and me. Put all our pride away, Always thank Allah when we prey, You know we shouldn't be full of ourselves when we, should be full of humility. Trying hard to simply be humble and never act too proud It's easy to trip and stumble with your nose up above the clouds Its always best to be modest and keep our feet on the ground Cause ...

All the earth is a place of prostration, Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation. Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway, Any place clean and green can be a place to pray When I think of every path, where I've ever trot, I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God. Remember that long car ride? Driving all night so far, Under the summer moon we pulled off to the side, Reclining in the front seat of the car. Waking to a fajr bird sound, And washing in the coin car wash we found. With the water blaster making wudhu, You sprayed me and I sprayed you. We stood so drowsy in the dawn, Behind the car wash dripping on the lawn. All the earth is a place of prostration, Every field and meadow, mountain, park, city, farm plantation. Every roadside, seaside, hillside, walkway, Any place clean and green can be a place to pray When I think of every path, where I've ever trot, I laugh at all the crazy spots I stopped to worship God. Saturday shopping day, ...

There were once some people Who all saw their lives like empty boxes They looked around the world Collecting up the things they liked. They filled their lives and boxes With the goodies that they gathered And they all felt in control Content and they all felt alright. They climbed inside their boxes They settled with their trinkets. They neither looked nor learned much more And closed their lids up tight. Once they fastened up their boxes They smiled there inside And they all thought in their darkness That the world was clear and bright. But the world is not a box There’s no lid no doors No cardboard flaps or locks And everything in nature From the clouds to the rocks Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man It’s a piece of the peace of Islam. Along came a wandering wiseman Whispering such words of truth He stumbled on these boxes So separate side by side He knocked upon the first one saying Please come out and feel the day An answer came from deep within You’re not of us please ...

How many words she’s read before, she’s consumed two thousand books or more. Musty pulp and glue soundproof her tiny room. She cannot understand why this book in her hand fascinates her now so much that she’s almost shy to touch. “Don’t think about the words it’s just a book - paper and ink” She reaffirms, remind herself, “a book can’t dictate what to think.” It invites, intrigues her more than others on her shelf “Is it just another book?” - she sits questioning herself. Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read, the wisdom that’s revealed may burrow in her mind She’ll be obliged to admit, She’ll be obliged to submit But will she be strong enough to live the truth she finds? Oh Allah, she’s so afraid to read. The hall light is always on every night that he is gone. He hears his mother toss in bed when he slips in at dawn. In the book case by the stair, he can see it sitting there like a waiting watchful wise-man scolding him with care. In the morning will they fight about him being out all ni...

Come - listen to her story with me In a world of opportunity A little girl has lots to say But everyone's so far away Come - listen to her story with me Her tiny life and tiny hands shake Ashamed of her unknown mistake A child’s hopes and tears in vain She believes she is to blame Listen to her story with me Chorus “Ya Ummati (Oh, my People), answer me: Why am I suffering this way? Ummati, I am so afraid Don't I have the right to learn and play?" A silent call to you and me Too caught up with our lives to hear or see We will answer to Allah one day Then what will we have to say - For busy lives so void of mercy? Chorus Allah created beauty, innocence and peace And He blessed us with the children to remind us all of these Allah entrusted to us all a gift to hold so near To teach with love - teach how to love Allah's Command is clear In Allah's Garden, there’s a flower at play The abandoned gift we turned away Had we only been brave enough to hear - Her playground pr...

We sipped our tea as he sat next to me, cross legged on the floor and he spoke of his youth thrown to the wolves a student of the hardship of war. A war which shaped him and molded him to a grateful and God fearing man; the struggle of a nation burned in his eyes as he re-lived his war-torn homeland. Accused and abuse he was stolen away, no justice exists with no law Like the Prophet Yusuf he was thrown into prison but they couldn’t cage his faith in Allah. The beautiful story of Yusuf has so much to fill our lives. A lesson in forgiveness and brotherhood we cannot compromise. The power of patience and the fire of hope, must burn in the hearts of the wise. The beautiful story of Yusuf has so much to fill our lives. It seemed like endless days and morningless nights, his family so blind with concern, while he held tight to his hope and his faith in Allah for the day they would see his return. The guards laughing in the black of the night as they kicked him and beat him raw, and the bloo...

There was merriment and joy a smile on the face of every girl and boy The streets of Yathrib welcomed in the Prophet of Allah Muhammad, salla allahu 'alayhi wa sallam A full white moon shone down upon the land rising from the valley between hills of sand Being grateful to Allah was the Prophet's demand spreading peace through the streets of Madinah Chorus Madina tun-Nabi, Madina tun-Nabi, the city of the Prophet is like home to me I'll travel through the world but I doubt that I will see a city with such wonder as Madinah Now the narrow winding roads are so full of history streets shake with the azan from Masjid un-Nabi I feel the shadow of the Prophet gently cooling me as I walk through the streets of Madinah Chorus The man who reads Qur'an `neath a date palm tree and the smile from the child on the street selling tea enchant me with their beauty and their simplicity as I walk through the streets of Madinah. Chorus Al Madinatul Munawarah, o enlightened city! Al Madinat...

He sat back in his arrogant sort of way. He said, “There’s nothing more to say.” then lectured on for another hour. She said, everything was fine. She said, she didn’t like to whine, then cried on for another hour. They sat there screaming through the room was silent. They sat so still though the scene was violent. And words can never really help you say, what you want them to anyway. And words can never really help you see, what you really want to be. He took a last sip of cold tea. Last chance to stop all these lies. Last chance to clean up these lives. This could be the final hour. This could be the final hour, or this could be the finest hour. And words can never really help you say what you want them to anyway. And words can never really help you see, what you really want to be. He took a last sip of cold tea.

You can always tell when Allah remembers you, Just remember Allah that’s all you have to do. All you have to do to have Allah remember you, Is just remember allah jalla jalalahu. Remember when you’re swinging, Remember when you’re singing, Remember when you’re biking, Or hiking through the trees. Remember when you’re laughing, Remember when you’re crying, Remember when you’re working In the garden on your knees. You can always tell when Allah remembers you, Just remember Allah that’s all you have to do. All you have to do to have Allah remember you, Is just remember allah jalla jalalahu. Make zhikr when you’re playing, And zhikr when you’re praying. Make zhikr when you’re walking, Or standing in a line. Make zhikr in your head, And when you’re laying in your bed. Make zhikr in a chair, Make zhikr anywhere. You can always tell when Allah remembers you, Just remember Allah that’s all you have to do. All you have to do to have Allah remember you, Is just remember allah jalla jalalahu. Zhi...

La ilaha illallah La ilaha illallah Silent sunlight welcome in, there is work I must now begin, All my dreams have blown away. And the children wait to play, They’ll soon remember things to do, When the heart is young and the night is done and the sky is blue. La ilaha illallah La ilaha illallah Morning song birds sing away, Lend a tune to another day, Bring your wings and choose a roof, Sing a song of love and truth. We’ll soon remember if you do, When all things were tall, And our friends were small, And the world was new. La ilaha illallah La ilaha illallah Sleepy horses heave away, Put your backs to the golden hay, Don’t ever look behind at the work you’ve done, For your work has just begun. Ther’ll be the evening in the end, But till that time arrives, You can rest your eyes, And begin again. La ilaha illallah Silent sunlight La ilaha illallah Morning sun La ilaha illallah Silent sunlight welcome in.

Holding to the wheel each mile closer to conclusion, His knuckles and his strands of hair are slowly turning white. As he studies all the lines like highways on his hands, He recalls how straight the road once seemed as he’s left wondering what’s right. The paths all curve and bend, Sometimes he thinks they’ll never end. How much longer will he push on? How much more can he pretend? The Prophet’s hands, Silk and smooth and soft to touch Sometimes he needs those hands so much, To feel them clasp his own, Let him know he’s not alone, The Prophet’s hands, If they could take over the reigns, If they could take away the strains, Guide him to the end, With the patience of a friend. O Allah sometimes he needs the prophet’s hands. Stepping out to work each day, come whatever weather, Father of the house he holds worry in his hands, While she stays home left alone, Hands worn from too much ironing, T.V churns out but illusions, Claims to know but hardly understands. They greet but hardly meet, ...

Nyawa dan cinta menjelma Yakni kedua-duanya Di zaman dulu bersama Diciptakan oleh Allah Dengan cara sangat khusus Roh dan cinta dicampurkan Dan cinta yang memang halus Menghilang dalam campuran Kekuatan campurannya Menyatukan roh dan cinta Entah cinta atau nyawa Jadi zat atau sifatnya Mungkin cinta jadi zatnya Yaitu zat campurannya Mungkin roh jadi sifatnya Atau mungkin sebaliknya Dengan cara sangat khusus Roh dan cinta dicampurkan Dan cinta yang memang halus Menghilang dalam campuran Natijah campuran itu Cinta dan roh berbicara Dan saling dengar begitu Bersama dipelihara Asal cinta api tapi Angin itu asal nyawa Angin menyalakan api Maka membakar anginnya Dengan cara sangat khusus Roh dan cinta dicampurkan Dan cinta yang memang halus Menghilang dalam campuran Entah ini, entah itu Saya tidak tahu, kawan Memang tidak tahu jitu Adalah keajaiban Dengan cara sangat khusus Roh dan cinta dicampurkan Dan cinta yang memang halus Menghilang dalam campuran