At the foot of the sacred mountain Arafat, Where converge the earth and the star gave, In robes of white sorcha rite, The book of life innumerable crowd was flipping through. Day of judgment - what is it? Me you asked. I saw him on the way to Arafat, And tear of hot sand watered, Heart feeling the truth, the light that never sets. Has renounced all worldly vanity, Before God, the pilgrims everything appeared, And whispered prayers here before dark, Were purified and their souls healed. Were cripples, and the elders had barely set foot, Ubiquitous praising, pleading for salvation. The days and the years fall foliage, My life - you are one fit the moment. And then the coming of the day of judgment I will of Allah, the picture was: It seemed that the sea was boiling fire ... I passed the test and that His Mercy!
At the foot of the sacred mountain Arafat,
Where converge the earth and the star gave,
In robes of white sorcha rite,
The book of life innumerable crowd was flipping through.
Day of judgment - what is it? Me you asked.
I saw him on the way to Arafat,
And tear of hot sand watered,
Heart feeling the truth, the light that never sets.
Has renounced all worldly vanity,
Before God, the pilgrims everything appeared,
And whispered prayers here before dark,
Were purified and their souls healed.
Were cripples, and the elders had barely set foot,
Ubiquitous praising, pleading for salvation.
The days and the years fall foliage,
My life - you are one fit the moment.
And then the coming of the day of judgment
I will of Allah, the picture was:
It seemed that the sea was boiling fire ...
I passed the test and that His Mercy!