Who is the sound of Azan?
That tune in the words, what is the joy of the book
Due to life, dwarf artery.
The sound of Azan!
I'm crazy about it,
What is the attraction of one's attraction, who ran away in love
What nishtha, what day the mosque drinks.
The cables of the heart, the souls of life,
What a wave that raises up to the roast of devotees-
How sweet it is in the sweet airway.
Echo of the song of the river and the birds.
The tune comes in the ears of the Bhramar
What a fascinating interior with an obsession.
In the land of the sea,
I hear the sound of Azan.
When that tune is in tone,
On the frozen frozen morning,
The person is dead, he is a sweet,
I heard the echo of the soul inside.
Hold silent, keep the world alive,
If there is no word in any place,
Muazzin standing in a loud voice 'after the minaret'
What kind of splendor is in the Azan!
Wake up to the ill-fated human child.
Oh the sound of that Azan honey.
The sound of that tune was the sound of the ball
Due to life, dwarf artery.