When chirping of birds reaches my ear, br When the call of the caller br Does the heart tear, br When the rippling of the river do I hear, br I smile and thank Him br For the beautiful morning. br br When the sun travels towards the west, br When evening bares her dark breast, br When fog descends on br the snowy crest, br I smile and thank Him br For the graceful decline. br br When sky is filled with blinking light, br When evening leaves for the drowsy night, br When stillness enhances night delight. br I smile and thank Him br For the meaningful dark br For after every night br It is morning again. br Thus the cycle continues br Till the time unknown. br br br Note: Call of the caller-Muazzin who calls azaan before salaat.