In the scorching heat of Arabia,
deadly winds of blazing fire,
he stood, face luminous,
a heart crystal clear,

Oh Muhammad they called him,
O truthful slave of God,
You stand beneath this minaret,
A broken heart you don.

You spread the truth of life,
Whilst they throw at you, sharp rocks,
You helped your elder wife,
As her soul slipped from your grasp,

You watched your three sons die,
All before the age of 2,
You spread the word of Islam,
Now 2 billion, from a few.