Karuppennum kathakalil ;
(English Translation)

Black, in the stories, always heard the clang of chains on steps, in the bank of hatred.

White, in the chronicles, always heard the pride of heavy sceptre in golden palanquins.

In the middle pages of the history book, once there came a ‘King without Crown’(Prophet Muhammad (pbuh)), who broke all the chains of racism


Black, in the stories, always heard the clang of chains on steps, in the bank of hatred.

 

Slavery that fell from the umbilical cord of his mother, got dissolved into Bilal(r)

Master affixed the tail-end of his clan-name on the back of the slave

While showcasing in the slave market, hanging chains in necks, their colour got polished with coal-oil

While preparing, on the auction block, Bilal(r) peeks at the wing of the ‘white’ and weaves dreams

Even the rainbow in dream lacks black colour;

Little Bilal(r) buried; buried the corpse of the dream

 

Black, in the stories, always heard the clang of chains on steps, in the bank of hatred.

 

As he saw the blacky-black Bilal(r) in the rough desert, beloved Prophet became heart-broken

Hearing “One, one” without breaks - the phrase of monotheism, it hit the core of the rock (that was placed) upon the chest

Rabb(guardian, cherisher) showered flowers of fortunes; that he had been hiding in the mystery-whirlpool of qadr(power,decree)

The class-arrogance of Umayyah got spat out by the sword of Bilal(r) in the house of Badr

 The sword of Bilal(r) spat it out


Black, in the stories, always heard the clang of chains on steps, in the bank of hatred.

 

The music of ‘Adhaan’ climbed upon Ka’aba (for the first time), all the worlds sang the praises of Bilal(r)

As Qurayshi elites saw the status of black, ocean of hatred rumbled inside them

Waves of rumble rose, racism got them blinded;  they howled “crow upon Ka’aba”

Crows flying across Mecca heard this, felt proud of the status of black

Then Jibreel(a) arrived, gave revelation(Surat Al-Hujarath 49:13), wherein anti-racism and equality marked presence

Anti-racism and equality proclaimed presence

 

Black, in the stories, always heard the clang of chains on steps, in the bank of hatred.

White, in the chronicles, always heard the pride of heavy sceptre in golden palanquins.