The Song of Rain

Allah is merciful, Allah is kind, His heart, in the tears of the earth, is enshrined; He chains the desire Of whirlwind and fire:— The Drought, the Simoon and their forces entire, In the fast spreading shades of his pity, suspire;— It rains, it rains. Allah is gracious, Allah is sweet, The desert is flowering under his feet; E’en the fires he fanned, And the mountains they spanned, And the caverns that groan under burdens of sand Are dazed with the bounties that flow from his hand;— It rains, it rains! Allah’s all-seeing, Allah is wise, The palm from the stone to praise him shall rise; The deer in the dale, The plant in the shale, The bird in the nest, and the gull in the gale Are joyously chanting, Hail, Allah, hail! It rains, it rains! Allah is mighty, Allah is great, His hands all things resuscitate; He burns the shroud, He shakes the cloud, And the dead of the earth with new life are endowed,— The bones of the earth are joyous and proud;— It rains, it rains!