O my people, O grand creations of the Lord,
This mess, any longer, we cannot afford.
It’s high time that we take our stand,
But why’re we going it like the enemies planed?
Ungrateful, materialistic, coreless to the core,
So blindly overconfident of what’s in store!
Come on, wake up! What? People to please?
The Lord’s always first, then promptly they’ll increase.
Why so apologetic, when all you said – a word?
Why’re they offended? A shot through the bird.
Why’re the facts questioned? Why? Are we convinced?
Why, when strong’s our creed, must we live like meat minced?
O my people! O man, O crown of humanity!
Why are we still sleeping? Have we lost our sanity?
“Best of all nations” is not merely for brand,
Quality more matters, but even more and.
If we live not up to it, what is our worth?
Are we living up to it? Any increment since birth?
He’ll replace us with another people who deserve
To really be praised by the One they serve.
Have we struck so low? What insult-ridden shame!
Will we work any harder? Or go back to the same?
Serving Allah is the essence of our existence,
His Pleasure our motive, and means that are whence.
If that is our aim, just see how the fruit,
How the world, in its entirety, comes, follows suit.
I pray, here, now, that His Pleasure our reward,
So the Gardens our abode, which we could never, alone, afford.
