Bright as the crimson sun in the lap of dawn
rocks a radiant full moon in mother Amina's bosom.
Come, one and all, look at that glorious sight and rejoice.
All through the entire creation
reverberates a single question;
'Who has arrived?
With Kalima Shahadat on his lips,
who has arrived?
Blessed with God's radiance, who has arrived'?
All the stars and plants bow down and ask;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem