In the quiet echoes of the sacred verse,
A lesson profound, like a gentle converse.
"The servants of the Most Merciful," so mild,
Walk on this earth, adorned with humility, undefiled.
In the footsteps of grace, in humble stride,
They traverse the world with hearts open wide.
Not in arrogance or boastful might,
But in meekness, they find the divine light.
With heads bowed low and spirits serene,
They tread softly, where the earth is green.
For in humility, a strength concealed,
A grace that in every step is revealed.
No mountain too high, no valley too low,
In humble submission, their virtues grow.
A fragrance of goodness, a gentle perfume,
In the garden of humility, they beautifully bloom.
In the tapestry of life, their threads are spun,
In the fabric of humility, battles are won.
For the humble soul, like a river, flows,
In the ocean of mercy, where compassion grows.
Oh, servants of the Most Merciful, hear the call,
In humility's dance, stand tall.
For in the echoes of meekness, a celestial decree,
The essence of greatness, in humility, you see.
So, walk upon this earth, with hearts humble and true,
For the servants of the Most Merciful, that is their cue.
In humility's embrace, find your worth,
For in the eyes of the Divine, humility births.
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