In whispers soft, our hearts align,Reciting Durood, a sacred sign.In reverence, we utter His name,Embracing peace, His love, our aim. Every Salawat, a heartfelt embrace,Beyond horizons, finding its place.To the noblest Prophet, it takes flight,Duroods echo, bathing the world in light. Blessings cascade, like gentle rain,Upon the Prophet, pure refrain.A bridge of light, from heart to heart,In every moment, never to depart. In every breath, a sacred plea,Durood, the key to harmony.In humble prayer, we find our way,In Durood’s grace,