As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care,
For me is the model of Musab bin Umayr,
The best dressed man in the city,
But that was for him a state of pity.
Until there came to him the Message,
All did he leave of his privilege,
For the sake of Allah and His Beloved.
As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care,
For I think of Bilal when his chest was bare,
On the burning sand did they make him lie,
Until he thought he was going to die.
They crushed him with rocks in the blazing sun,
And begged him to reject the Almighty One,
But never did he give in to the wicked.
As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care,
I remember Khabbaab when they pulled his hair,
In the blacksmiths of his evil mistress,
With burning rods did she cause him distress.
She twisted his neck and burnt his skin,
Until his fat dripped into a tin,
But he remained firm to his belief as long as he lived.
As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care,
For I picture Khubaib when he was there,
Tied and bound to an immovable tree,
With no chance of him being free.
Their spears and arrows did they fling,
Yet grapes to him did his Lord bring,
Until his noble soul was lifted.
As long as You are not angry with me then I do not care,
I think of Yasir, Sumaiyah and their heir,
Even when placed on sizzling ember,
None but their Lord did they remember.
Patience you all when paying this price,
Indeed your abode is Paradise.
"O Lord! Forgive my people for they do not know,"
And even though I am feeling so low...
As long as You are not angry with me, then I do not care.