The beauty of the night
Bewitching dark sincere
The star lit darkened sky
Devoid of pain and fear
The single stars that shine
Beacons in the dark
With cold wind biting air
Majestic bright and stark
The peace of this night
The quietness no sound
In silence feel such peace
Lifted off the ground
Ponder on creation
From He majestic strong
Whose handiwork is this
No need to search for wrong
I walk if only slight
In crisp cool deep beauty
No reprehense nor blame
In a state of glee
What wonder is this night
So pure so deep and strong
Gives proof of his work
His praises oh so long
Indeed I want not more
Self satisfied with him
My cup is not empty
Finally return to him
Oh Allah my dear lord
How can I comprehend
Your wondrous work and this
That which never ends
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