The angels from the heavens sing
And the same as ordered by Allah
His faithful creatures also ring
Into the ears of their fellow kind.
This peace to which all souls incline,
This peace for which the cherubims pine,
This peace to grant which the heavens decline
To the world at large at once at a time,
Is not to a man or place confined.
When As-salamo-alaikum you say,
The seeds of love in hearts you lay,
An honour you to your brother pay,
Like fetters and chains which all in gay
To you your friends and for thus bind.
“Don’t enter houses other than yours,
Until its owner your coming endures:”
Your salute from door suspicion cures,
And an ocean of love within him roars
To bestow upon you his and mind.
Externally our peace may fail,
If internally ’tis of no avail:
Let us work sincerely whether mail or female,
And fight our way on, tooth and nail,
To eternal peace with efforts combined.’
Let our families develop rightly,
And work together in harmony quitely,
Which shall bring that long-cherished peace directly
To satisfy our souls perfectly,
A pleasure which the angels don’t find.
Envy and hatred take their root
In ugly minds in life pursuit.
A Muslim’s salute is a Muslim’s tribute
To love the gent to teach the brute
A lesson of Love highly sublimed.