For every of his infant cry, That brings to you a weary sigh: May your ears be blessed with the music of the angels and the celestial sounds of the divine recitation. For every moment of arrest: (It is what Sulaymans do best) May you roam the grounds of vast, verdant gardens, hand in hand, unrestrained. For all the suffocating phews, All brought about by his refuse: May you smell the varied fragrances of Jannah and ever find yourself in the company of its fragrant dwellers. For every wakeful night that’s spent, And each arousal inclement: May you find restful repose without weariness on the warm grassy banks of babbling waters. May Sulayman be your greatest reward forever, and ever.