In the Early Hours
Eyes open, achy head,
Coldness seeps around your bed.
Reluctant sigh escapes your mouth,
Darkness seeps around the house.
Arise O Slave! Arise, Arise!
Dost thou want to lose thy prize?
Feet shuffle, body shivers,
Your footsteps make the wardrobe quiver.
Arms outstretched, fuzzy sight,
Fingers desperately seeking light.
Arise O Slave! Arise, Arise!
Dost thou want to lose thy prize?
A muffled yawn, water splashes,
Liquid pearls drip from your lashes.
A quickened pace, a velvet mat,
In early hours you'll be sat.
Arise O Slave! Arise, Arise!
Dost thou want to lose thy prize?
O Allah, accept this two rakat of tahajjud from me. Allahu Akhbar...
