When they sing

When they sing,
of Your Words, Your Sentences, Dear Lord,
alone,
in groups, gathered together,
with an Imam,
or just by themselves,
at dawn, mid noon,
dusk, or in the dark of nights,

do they remember,
all that they read were Your Revelations?

those that were revealed long ago, by Jibril Your angel,
from the sky,

revealed to him, Your Beloved,

and when Your Words are spoken,
the vast sky had once shook,
for they fear of You, Dear Lord,

and when Your Words are heard,
them who resides in the sky once dropped down,
prostrated upon You,
for their fear of You, My Lord,

and Jibril shall be the first to rise up his head,
to hearken Your order, to bring Your Revelation to him, Your Beloved,


till the end,

do they still remember now, those that listens to Your Revelations?
do they still remember now, those that gathered to sing of Your Words?

Words that once made the sky shook,
Words that once made them who lived in the sky shaken,


and when they sing,
with a melodious voice,
with praises, prizes, wealth and status,
to the one with the prettiest of voice,


do they remember,

all Your Words,
Your Revelations to us,

that were once guidance to him, our Prophet,
that once stopped his tears, lessen his fear,
that once were spoken out of his humble lips?


or everything,

has long been lost, long long ago?