He eyes slowly rising Sunrise warms the horizon Sand dunes form in the distant He’s up and out in an instant
The crowd there, all were waiting Watching and, anticipating A man appears from afar Could it be the one sent by Allah
He shouts “Here comes the prophet!” His face is a light that drives out the darkness Words are alive – his message is living Joy everywhere, our voices are singing
Chorus Tala’al-Badru ‘alayna, min thaniyyatil-Wada’ wajaba al-shukru ‘alayna, ma da’a lillahi da’ Ayyuha al-mab’uthu fina ji’ta bi-al-amri al-muta’ Ji’ta sharrafta al-Madinah marhaban ya khayra da’
He steps and reaches to touch This man who suffered so much His own troubles could not compare To the Prophet scorned everywhere
He was shunned away by his own kin Ridiculed and stoned by the townsmen His blood was shed for the truth But never was he vengeful or rude.
Then the Prophet turns and he smiles Radiance that spreads out for miles Embraces his hand with kindness and care His heart sings out for all those to hear!
Chorus
Wakes up, alarm clock is ringing Moonlight, sun hasn’t risen Faint sound of cars on the street But inside his heart he feels peace
He starts recalling the dream The Prophets face he has seen Remembers well the tradition In a dream it truly will be him
Allah, oh what a feeling So many years he followed his teachings And this is greatest time in his life He prays to Allah and sings through the night
Chorus
Welcome, best caller to Gods way With a word to be obeyed Like a bright moon in the valley of darkness w