As the clock struck one hour past midnight.
A gentle march of the sun on the other.
Anwar, Aqmar, Azhar, Lulua and Juyushi -
glimmer in the first rays of the sun
The Night of Power cleansing the soul.
A Fresh Day rises - after more than a 1000 nights
For only we wish we are there
Open arms welcome to the stones of ages.
For the kings made it so that we can benefit
The angels have decended.
Welcome welcome as the dawn breaks in the Night of Power,
a journey of ages ends here.
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