In the quiet dawn, before the sun’s first ray,
The Azaan’s call begins another day.
A voice that echoes through the tranquil air,
Awakening souls with a whispered prayer.
From minaret heights, it gracefully flows,
A melody of faith that steadily grows.
Each sacred word, a note of deep devotion,
Guiding hearts toward a heavenly ocean.
With whispered verses, it gently implores,
To heed the call that earnestly implores.
“Come to success, come to divine grace,”
The Azaan beckons in its hallowed space.
A bridge to the heavens, it strives to build,
In every heart, its resonance instilled.
A call to gather, to kneel and to pray,
To seek forgiveness at the break of day.
The Azaan’s power, a spiritual guide,
In its melodic waves, we’re purified.
It stirs the soul, igniting the divine,
A sacred connection, in each heartfelt line.
Through every syllable, its message clear,
A call to worship, to persevere.
In the Azaan’s call, we find our way,
To walk in faith, come what may.
So when you hear that melodic sound,
In humble reverence, let your heart be found.
For in the Azaan’s call, a gift divine,
A spiritual journey, in every line.
