The ringing reverberating ripple of the well,
The mellow vibrations of the bell,
The silent gaze of the eyes,
As a butterfly flutters by.
The constant ticking of the aged clock,
Like the ongoing whispering beneath the dock
A silent prayer from within the heart to the lip,
Lashes out to the devil like a stinging whip.
The swirling dust specs in the air,
Glowing with the rising, morning sun in the atmosphere.
From the path of right and wrong,
I know the right one is the one where we all belong.
Judging by the distance the road curves and bends,
I know there is time for me to mend.
As for when my time on earth will end well,
Only time and the angel of death can tell.
But O Allah! Let my eternal abode be heaven; not hell.
Heaven where time and enjoyment shall never end.
Peace and security, happiness and joy where no one is evil
No one is mean.
And as I bow my head to finish my silent prayer,
The last thing I say is a silent Ameen.