TASBEEH

Angels, spirits of light

Utter His praise in flight

Through the day and night

Never tiring of this rite.

Birds poised amid land and sky,

Mountains standing firm and high,

Clouds unfolding like cotton buds,

The wind whispering hymns of love,

All praise the One Most High,

Obey His will until they die.

The thunder roars aloud His glory

The rain cries tears of humility;

Trees spread out their limbs in prayer

Leaves tremble from His fear;

Waves break down on the shore

The sun bows down before His Throne.

But who stands perplexed amidst this scene?

Who knows not purpose, plan or scheme?

Who wanders aimless in a world of plan?

Who can find peace nor joy nor calm?

When will he see the signs within?

Hear the speech of the Highest One?

When will he join the obedient ranks?

Surrender his will to a higher plan?
Allah needs us not, 
It is we who depend,
The universe is enough to praise Him Alone,
If we rebel, He can replace us with more.