The doors of heaven open wide
Unto the plains of Arafah,
For all who raise their hands and cry
Upon the plains of Arafah,
For all the tears that they spill
Into the plains of Arafah
Beseech the Lord of Mercy till
Forgiveness rains on Arafah.
It makes the devil rub his head
With dust he gathers from the earth,
To see the sea of children spread
From dust he deemed of little worth.
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