In the hush of dawn’s soft light,
Before the world awakens to the day,
A soul bows down, its heart takes flight,
In Salaah’s sacred, rhythmic way.
With whispered verses, praise, and plea,
In harmony with the rising sun,
The faithful soul, on bended knee,
In reverence, its journey begun.
Each movement, a graceful, measured flow,
A dance of spirit, a sacred art,
In Salaah’s rhythm, the heart aglow,
A conversation with the Divine to start.
The prostration, a humble descent,
Forehead to earth, soul to the sky,
In Salaah’s stillness, a moment spent,
A connection to the Most High.
With each Sujood, a whispered prayer,
In submission, the soul finds release,
In Salaah’s sanctuary, free from despair,
A tranquil, divine sense of peace.
The Qur’an’s verses, a guiding light,
In Salaah’s recitation, they unfurl,
A beacon in the darkest night,
A map for the seeking soul to swirl.
In congregation or a quiet room,
In times of joy or depths of sorrow,
Salaah offers a sacred bloom,
A bridge to a hopeful tomorrow.
The heart’s compass points toward the Kaaba’s grace,
In Salaah’s compass, we find our way,
A spiritual journey to embrace,
A connection to Allah, come what may.
So, let Salaah be the soul’s delight,
A sacred dance, both day and night,
In each bow and prostration’s role,
We find communion, Salaah, the soul’s sweet toll.
