Tala'al Badru

Welcome, best caller to God's way
 With a word to be obeyed tala
 His eyes slowly rising
 Sunrise warms the horizon
 Sand dunes form in the distance
 He's up and out in an instant
 The crowd, they all were waiting
 Watching and anticipating
 a man appears from afar
 Could it be the one sent by Allah?
 He shouts, "Here comes the prophet!"
 His face is a light that drives out the darkness
 Words are alive – his message is living
 Joy everywhere, our voices are singing
 He steps and reaches to touch
 This man who suffered so much
 His own troubles could not compare
 To the Prophet scorned everywhere
 He was shunned away by his own kin
 Ridiculed and stoned by the townsmen
 His blood was shed for the truth
 But never was he vengeful or rude.
 Then the Prophet turns and he smiles
 Radiance that spreads out for miles
 Embraces his hand with kindness and care
 His heart sings out for all those to hear!
 Wakes up, alarm clock is ringing
 Moonlight, the sun hasn't risen
 Faint sounds of cars on the street
 But inside his heart he feels peace
 He starts recalling his dream
 The Prophets face he had seen
 He remembers then the tradition
 In a dream it truly will be him
 Allah, oh what a feeling
 So many years he followed his teachings
 And this is greatest time in his life
 He prays to Allah and sings through the night
 Welcome, best caller to God's way
 With a word to be obeyed
 Like a bright moon in the valley of darkness we lay