Into the west the tired sun sinks
Bathing the world in gold and pinks.
A tower reflects the dying glow
As moments pass, the shadows grow.
From wall, mud huts, and minaret
The still and mute zephyrs abet
A host of desert ghosts, whose silent
Glissades prowl o'er the sandy sight.
A quiet waits for the twilights's call
To evening prayer and in the lull
Twixt sinking sun and rising moon,
The muezzin stands with sober mein,
Then starts his Islalm paean grave
Which Muslims chant from birth to grave.
"God is most good. God is most great!"
Night shades repeat the litanies
On soughing sighs and desert breeze.
"There is no God, but God, I vow.
You speak the Truth, of this I know.
God is most good; God is most great!"
Soft echoes of all prayers abate.
Whispers. "There is no strength but God."
Soft sighs. "There is no power but God."
Wind whispers slowly drift away.
A quietude awaits dawn's grey.
All is tranquil, still, and peace,
Total silence. All sounds cease.
One by one the stars give way
To rising sun and dawning day.
With setting moon and glowing sun
An adhan says the day's begun.
"Awake! Arise and come to pray.
Chant the prayers for break of day.
Prayer is a better gift than sleep.
Greet the day with joyous leap!
Arise! From duty do not shirk
Please God with the best of work.
For work is best and is not odd
That work is best for pleasing God.
Awake! Prayer can never descecrate.
God is most good. God is most great!
There is no God, but only God!
Slowly the world wakes to the prayer,
A hallowed song on desert air.
Again the sun treks to the west
O'er shifting sands and high dune crest.
Shimmering mirages trick the eye
While wafting breezes breathe a sigh
And gliding shadows seek the shade
To shun the sun's brilliant parade.
The morning orison in reverence sung
Another Islam day's begun.
Honorable winner
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