Bismillah.

All lov och pris tillkomer Allah, världarnas Herre, den Nåderike, den Barmhärtige, som allsmäktig råder över Domens dag!

How Beautiful You Must Be

So beautiful Your creations are, My Lord,
I wonder - how Beautiful You must be?
My Lord I wonder… Oh, Creator!

My Lord I wonder how Great You are?
As much and however You are praised - no matter,
You are beyond all praises.
You are not in need of our praises, ya Rabbi, ya Allah!

The leeways and the mountains,
the twinkling stars shining up in the heavens,
the rich forests, the dry deserts
bands of corals like floating islands,

flowing rivers, flying birds,
blooming flowers in fragrant gardens
seen and unseen, all Your creations
praise You night and day
in seclusion and union.

The sun, the moon and the oceans
are just a few, some of Your creations
the falling leaves, the growing bud…
it’s a cycle of season from end to start.

The coming of dawn, the passing of day
You’ve fashioned everything in the perfect way:
seen and unseen, all Your creations
praise You night and day
in seclusion and union.