Thus is the norm of nation's birth, A centre where life runs. Verily, the spirit of the circle is the Centre, A tiny dot in its circumference. A system emerges from the centre, And the centre perpetuates the nation's life. The Sacred House is the nation's backbone; It is our melody and passions. A radiating breath in our chest, It is the precious soul of our body. From its dew our branches gained viridity, And our groves from its Holy Well gained life
Our very existence is evidence of its truthfulness, And our sense of belonging is a fulfillment of Abraham's Praycr. Our name ranks high amongst nations, Linking the past with the present. Circumambulation around it has the nation united, It is the heart the lamps envelop. In its sanctity our vastness has merged, Our strength, out of unity, has been cemented. It is only through unity that nations survive, This unity is verily the secret of the Sacred House.