Abdallah: |
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When Islam first arose, |
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A tower upon a rock, |
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Beneath her haughty battlements
Were ranged around the jealous tents |
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Of swift-encircling foes! |
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Then all her gates did Islam lock, |
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As every Muslim knows; |
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And through those gates of Right and Wrong |
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No traitor comes or goes!
No traitor comes or goes! |
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For Islam's gates are strong against a friend or foe;
Her gates of Right and Wrong none passeth to and fro; |
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For foes are they without |
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And friends are they within; |
The postern-gate's the Gate of Doubt, |
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That leads to the Camp of Sin, the Camp of Sin! |