You say it's been over a thousand years
Surely it's time to stop with these tears
Pointless are these tears that you shed
Why not be proactive and look ahead
And do something useful instead
Surely it's time to stop with these tears
Pointless are these tears that you shed
Why not be proactive and look ahead
And do something useful instead
But the power of these tears you don't
realise
As streams flow from these blessed eyes
They have sparked many a revolution
They're the reason behind our resolutions
To correcting our ways they're a solution
For this pouring out of emotion
Makes us realise the promises we've broken
And the minute a tear falls we are awoken
Almost as if our eyes have spoken
And they ask us where our life is going?
They question whether as people we're growing?
Or if our our path to Allah is actually slowing.
As streams flow from these blessed eyes
They have sparked many a revolution
They're the reason behind our resolutions
To correcting our ways they're a solution
For this pouring out of emotion
Makes us realise the promises we've broken
And the minute a tear falls we are awoken
Almost as if our eyes have spoken
And they ask us where our life is going?
They question whether as people we're growing?
Or if our our path to Allah is actually slowing.
So don't mock these tears
of ours
For until you don't realise their powers
These droplets of gold you'll continue to denounce
Until on Qiyamah when Zahra will announce
That the tears we cried - even an ounce
Will completely transform our accounts
Where our profit of thawaab outweighs our loss of sin
And suddenly it is these tears that win
As Zahra escorts us to Jannah's garden
And for mocking our cries, you beg for pardon.
For until you don't realise their powers
These droplets of gold you'll continue to denounce
Until on Qiyamah when Zahra will announce
That the tears we cried - even an ounce
Will completely transform our accounts
Where our profit of thawaab outweighs our loss of sin
And suddenly it is these tears that win
As Zahra escorts us to Jannah's garden
And for mocking our cries, you beg for pardon.
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