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.