July 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
They perceived the truth, The righteous ones
They triumphed, Whilst my heart is blind
The night conceals their splendid beauty
Yet, their light exceeds that of the stars
The melody of remembrance made their living pure
Hearts emptied for remembrance
Tears are like pearls arranged
Their daybreak shines radiant upon them
Honored robes of clemency are the best allotment
Woe unto you my soul
Will you not awaken?
And benefit before my feet slip?
In trivial matters and whims has time elapsed
So grasp what remains of it and profit.
July 4, 2012 § 17 Comments
Dark and silent nights
On the mat of love I sit
Could we ever be lovers?
: Night air is chilling
Tears of regret come rolling
Unworthy of your kindness
: Stillness of the night
I stood still ever with hope
Your Mercy and Grace
: Streaks of warm dawn lights
Intimacy nears its end
Sadly I depart
Hopefully, our tender moments will continue, everlastingly. By Your Mercy, Grace and Blessings.
June 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
A beautiful and touching poem that made the respected scholar Imam Ahmad cry upon hearing it.
If my Lord asks me ‘Have you shyness in disobeying me? You conceal your sins from my creation – and with sins you come to me.’
So how will I answer? O woe to me – and who shall protect me?
I keep averting my soul with thoughts of hope – from time to time.
And I forget what is to come after death – and what is to come after I am shrouded.
As if I am guaranteed life (eternally) – and that death will not come to me.
And when the severe stupor of death overtakes me – who will protect me?
I looked at the faces, is there not from amongst them who will ransom me?
I will be asked regarding what I’ve prepared in my life to save me (on the Day of Judgement). Then how will I answer – after I’ve neglected my religion.
Woe to me! Did I not hear the Speech of Allah inviting me?
Did I not hear what came in (the chapters of) Qaaf and Yaa Seen?
Did I not hear about the Day of Gathering, the Day of Assemble and the Day of Judgment?
Did I not hear the crier of death inviting me, calling me?
So O’ my Lord, a slave (turning to you) I have repented – so who then shall shelter me?
Except a Lord extensive in forgiveness – to the truth He will guide me.
I have come to you (in repentance) – so have mercy on me, and make heavy my scales (with good deeds).
And lighten my account – You are the best of who will bring me to account.
It surely brought tears to my eyes too!