Islamic
O look Brothers, see, by the days fading light, An Angel who comes at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad shoulders have marched through the perilous night, From our Beloved who Loves us, are your eyes not now streaming? O Look Brothers, see, the gifts that he brings Carrying diamonds of Faith and pearls of such healing Bringing good news to both poor paupers and kings Crying "Wake up O people, there's no time left for dreaming" O Look Brothers, see, the month thats at hand like a rose bush thats waiting to flower and blossom A new spring is declared across all the land A time for such giving in a month which is awesome This time more than ever, together we stand In Comfort filled homes or in war's desolation May this month bring peace and joy in our lands Bless us O God and preserve our sweet nations