When the wind blows and ocean tides,
When the night falls and the bat flies,
The light of the moon on the dark skies
The evening bird cooes praise
for The One who provides the grains,
And all races  His grace,
No one has seen His face,
Since the beginning of days
Days in their thousands and ones
Every being takes in His breath,
All united in destiny,
To cohabit and coexist,
One for the other