She withdrew eastward, away from her people
Between her and them she placed a screen so still
An angel came in the form of a perfect man
"Do not fear,"
"be calm, be still"
O Maryam, do not grieve
Beneath the palm tree, provision you receive
Shake the trunk, let ripe dates fall
A sign of His power, His mercy for all
She returned to her people, holding the child
They asked in wonder, "How could this be?"
The infant spoke by His command and will
"I am a servant of Allah, to truth He set me free"
"He made me blessed wherever I may be
He enjoined upon me prayer and charity while I live
Kind to my mother, not arrogant, not wild and free
Peace be upon me the day I’m born, die, and am raised again"
This is Isa, son of Maryam, the word of truth
Concerning which they dispute and doubt
Allah does not beget, nor was He begotten
To Him it is enough to say "Be," and it is brought about
