MAY Allah in thy heart unfold
Perpetual-blooming roses;
May His sweet peace to thee increase
Until the evening closes.
And may tall palms before thee rise,
Hot sand to gardens turning;
May dates and wine be always thine,
Amid the desert’s burning.
Let enemies be put to flight,
Before thy spear uplifted,
And may thy way be as a day
From starry vistas drifted.
Oh, Allah watches through the night,
His trustful children viewing;
His love is deep, but he will keep
Renewing and renewing.