The rays of the Beloved Prophet inaugurated the dawn of Allah’s Creation.
The Creator chose Meem,
To inaugurate his ‘kun’.
Mustafa into the world arrived,
‘Fa Yakun’ has since continued.
Mustafa is the ‘Bismi’,
To whom we owe praise.
All praise to the ‘Merciful Him’,
Into this cosmos He sent Meem.
All praise to the Mighty Him,
Earth blessed, the rest not.
All praise to the Wise Him,
Bani Adam chosen: the rest not.
The world remains alive
As long as echoes his name
Seasons come and go
His thoughts still glow
Hey my leader!
My savior!
My love!
Your praise,
My only means-
To stay clean,
From the inhuman stains.
Hey the gem of this cosmos!
Hey the fragrance of Paradise!
Help me, hey Beloved,
To describe your greatness.
I have no more words,
Nor any apt lines,
To perfect you praise,
I suffer numerous pains.
I wish to do justice,
To your magnificence.
I wish not to everyone know,
The love for you I show.
I play hide and seek:
My love does not leak.
Yet how can I conceal,
Your thrill I feel.
Your love is like musk:
Spreads fire-like.
I have a wretched soul;
I live in total disorder.
I want to cry,
In your love I die,
Make me of your clan,
May I become human.
Hey Mustafa!
Into this world,
I wouldn’t been born;
This cosmos with you,
If the Lord did not adorn.
March 30 2007. Edit July 2024
