Oh, sons of Adam, don't be weak,
Oh, daughters of eve, don't be meek.
Tell me what  the fuss is all about,
Do you think that virus is so stout?
Why, on earth, are you so scared?
That, surely, will make you all dead.
Aye, it's a matter of life and death,
Yet, it is nothing to quell our mirth.
All it needs are some precautions,
And be all the time, forever, cautious.
And then surrender to the All-seer,
He disposes all matters, my dear.
He who created the whole universe,
Is capable of warding off that curse.
The time will come when it's all over,
Hence we prostrate to the Prime Mover.
How tiny and crippled that man is!
We know not  but for such a crisis.
Humans, around the Globe, far and wide,
Appeal to the Almighty, their true guide.
Such an invisible creature did all that,
Outweighing any preacher's combat.