These trembling lips are <br />Scribbling quills. <br />This chanting tongue, a <br />Parchment clean. <br />These grinding teeth, <br />Squeezing ink, <br />Inscribing names with <br />Lovers zeal. <br />Saintly souls and <br />Holy men <br />Labour hard <br />On the hallowed name. <br />It�s the name <br />When the faithful one <br />Toil upon <br />Night till morn, <br />Pearly Gates <br />Open wide <br />For generations <br />On either side. <br /> <br />Name lies prostrate before Name, <br />Behold, <br />It is God bowing to God. <br />On these roads <br />Unknown, unloved, <br />One's creed drifts about.<br /><br />Syed Ahmed Shah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zikir-of-hazrat-azan-peer-v/
