  MAY Allah in thy heart unfold Perpetual-blooming roses; May His sweet peace to thee increase Until the evening closes. And may tall palms before thee rise, Hot sand to gardens turning; May dates and wine be always thine, Amid the desert’s burning. Let enemies be put to flight, Before thy spear uplifted, And may thy way be as a day From starry vistas drifted. Oh, Allah watches through the night, His trustful children viewing; His love is deep, but he will keep Renewing and renewing. |
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