[Sim]

My heart burns, my soul yearns,
With desire for you, Ya Rasool Allah!
My chest quivers, my soul shivers,
With remembrance of you; Ya Rasool Allah!

My eyes shed tears, with the hope that the mist clears,
For the vision of you; Ya Rasool Allah!
My voice hums your praise, in an eternal phase,
Most beloved is you; Ya Rasool Allah!

I stand in prayer, till my legs no longer bare,
Out of love for you; Ya Rasool Allah!
My heart races as I remember, the true nature of your splendor,
How glorious are you? Ya Rasool Allah!

My tongue gains everlasting fame, by mention of your name,
Most perfected are you; Ya Rasool Allah!
The world and all its love, has been sent from above;
For the veneration of you; Ya Rasool Allah!

A reflection of the eternal light, too bright for our sight,
Blind us for our delight; Ya Rasool Allah!
A simple glance we desire, to spare us from the fire,
The savior of souls is you; Ya Rasool Allah!

The universe at your feet, since the arsh is your seat,
How immense a feat? Ya Rasool Allah!
On that day, I’ll have nothing to say,
Except beg the pardon of you, Ya Rasool Allah!

The suns shining light, is but slight,
In comparison to you, Ya Rasool Allah!
The moon has no right, to illuminate the night,
Without the permission of you, Ya Rasool Allah!

All the wonders of the world, are all temporal and absurd,
In comparison to you, Ya Rasool Allah!
The rain that descends, bringing joy that never ends,
Is but a mercy from you, Ya Rasool Allah!

My Prophet, My messenger, My friend, My guide,
I have nothing to fear, with you by my side.

The day you came, the world was never the same,
From the moment of birth you blessed the earth.
Courageous you walked, faultless you talked,
Nobody left you, without speaking true.
Hearing the cries, you saved the lives –
Sent from above, to spread the love.
From cradle to grave, you gave and gave,
For the sake of your Lord - by word and sword.
Standing tall, you refused to fall;
Light beaming, beauty streaming,
From head to toe, divinely so-
The warrior of mercy.
Perfection personified – my Prophet

[Haramoobobi]

MashAllah, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful thread, makes me love the Prophet (s) more.
May Allah grant more love for Him and His messager inshAllah.

[Spice]

At Taif, a Slave

The Prophet went to the town of Taif and spoke to the leaders of the Thaqif tribe, hoping that they would hear the message of Islam and agree to protect the Muslims from their enemies. He met with a very cold reception, however, and the chiefs mocked his claim to be a Prophet. If he was, they asked, how could God allow His Messenger to beg for the support of strange tribes? Not only did they refuse to discuss the matter, but they mobilized the population against him: as he was leaving, insults followed him and children threw stones at him. More and more people gathered and jeered at him as he passed; he finally had to seek refuge in an orchard in order to escape his pursuers. Alone, having found no protection among his fellow human beings, he turned toward the One and prayed:

“Oh God, to you alone I complain of my weakness, the meagerness of my resources and my insignificance before men. O most Merciful of the Merciful, You are the Lord of the weak, and You are my Lord. Into whose hands do you entrust me? To some remote stranger who will ill treat me? Or to an enemy to whom You have granted authority over my affairs? I harbor no fear so long as You are not angry with me. Yet your gracious support would open a broader way and a wider horizon for me! I seek refuge in the light of Your face, by which all darkness is illuminated and the things of this world and the next are set aright, so that I do not incur Your anger and am not touched by Your wrath. Nevertheless, it is Your prerogative to admonish as long as You are not satisfied. There is no power nor strength but in You.”

It was toward the One, his Protector and Confidant, that he turned to when there appeared to be no way out. His questions did not express doubt about his mission, but it clearly voiced his helplessness as a human being as well as his ignorance of God’s purposes. At that particular moment, away from other people, in the solitude of his faith and of his confidence in the Most Gracious, he literally and wholly put himself in God’s hands; in this sense, his prayer reveals all the confidence and serenity Muhammad drew from his relationship to the Most Near. This prayer, which has become famous, tells of humanity’s helplessness and of the Messenger’s extraordinary spiritual strength. Seemingly lonely and without support, he knew that he was not alone.

The two owners of the orchard had seen Muhammad from a distance as he entered, and they had observed him as he raised his hands and prayed to God. They sent their slave Addas, a young man who was a Christian, to take him a bunch of grapes. When Addas gave him the grapes, he heard the Prophet say the formula: “BismiLLah!”. Addas was most surprised and inquired about the identity of this man, who said words that he, a Christian, had never heard polytheists say. Muhammad asked him where he was from, and Addas answered that he came from Nineveh. The Prophet added: “The land of Jonah the Just, son of Matta!” the young man was puzzled and wondered how this man could know of that. After informing him that he was a Christian, Addas in turn asked Muhammad who he was and how he had received his knowledge. The Prophet told him: “Jonah is my brother. He was a Prophet and I am a Prophet.”

Addas gazed at him for a while, then kissed his head, hands, and feet; his masters were shocked at this, and when he went back to them he told them that only a Prophet could know what that man knew. Addas accepted Islam immediately, after a few minutes discussion. The Christian king of Abyssinia had immediately recognized the linkage between the two messages, and now it was the young slave, also a Christian, who shared the same intuition. Twice already, in sorrow and isolation, Muhammad had encountered on his path Christians who offered him trust, respect, and shelter: a king welcomed Muslims and granted them security, a slave served their Prophet when everybody else had rejected him and his message.

The Prophet then set off back toward Mecca. On his way, he met a horseman and requested that that he ask a Meccan dignitary who was a relative of the horseman whether he would agree to grant Muhammad his protection. The horseman complied, but the dignitary refused, as did another leader whose support Muhammad sought. The Prophet did not wish to enter Mecca in such circumstances and sought refuge in the cave of Hira, where he had received the first Revelation. It was finally the third person he approached, Mutim, the leader of the Nawfal clans, who agreed to grant Muhammad his protection, greeting the Prophet in the Kaba enclosure to publicize the fact.

(From: In the Footsteps of the Prophet, byt Tariq Ramadhan)

[Abu_Hind]

Touched by the breath of the unlettered one,

The sands of Arabia began to sprout tulips.

Freedom under his care was reared

The ‘today’ of nations comes from his ‘yesterday’.

He put heart in the body of man,

And from his face the veil he lifted.

Every god of old he destroyed.

Every withered branch by his moisture bloomed.

The heat of the battle of Badr and Hunain,

Haider and Siddiq, Farooq and Hussain.

* In the thick of battle the majesty of Azan,

The recitation of As-Saffat at the point of sword.

The scimitar of Ayub, the glance of Bayazid,

Key to the treasures of this world and the next.

Ecstasy of heart and mind from the same goblet,

Fusion of Rumi’s rapture and Razi’s thought.

Knowledge and wisdom, faith and law, polity and rule.

Yearnings hidden within the restless hearts.

Al-Hamara and Taj of beauty breath-taking.

To which even angels pay tribute.

These, too, a fragment of his priceless bequest,

Of his glimpses just one glimpse.

His exterior these enthralling sights,

Of his interior even the knowledge unaware.

Boundless praise be to the Apostle blessed,

Who imparted faith to elevate a handful of dust.

-Iqbal

[Timbit]

Okay, I hate to rain on this parade (I'm all for praising the Prophet; I posted in this thread earlier too so I'm not one of those "Oh, this is outright shirk" people, k?) but nobody else finds the following lines problematic?

Originally Posted by Sim

I stand in prayer, till my legs no longer bare,
Out of love for you; Ya Rasool Allah!
My heart races as I remember, the true nature of your splendor,
How glorious are you? Ya Rasool Allah!
The universe at your feet, since the arsh is your seat,
How immense a feat? Ya Rasool Allah!
On that day, I’ll have nothing to say,
Except beg the pardon of you, Ya Rasool Allah!
The moon has no right, to illuminate the night,
Without the permission of you, Ya Rasool Allah!
The rain that descends, bringing joy that never ends,
Is but a mercy from you, Ya Rasool Allah!

It's kind of a slippery slope, this praising of the Prophet (saw), no?

Sim: Sorry, had to ask. I like some lines in the poem; did you write it yourself?
Good to see you back though, bro; it's been a while. Hope all is well.

[Rida]

He (sallAllahu alaihi wasallam) said, “Whoever invokes blessings upon me in a book (or in writing), for as long as my name remains in that book an angel will supplicate for him.”

Allahumma Salli `ala Sayidina Muhammedin
Tibbil Qulubi wa Dawaa'iha
Wa Nurul Absaari wa diyaa'iha
Wa `afiyatil abdaani wa shifaa'iha
Wa `alaa aalihi wa Sahbihi Wa Sallim


Translation

Oh Lord! Send blessings on our Master Muhammed
The Medicine of the hearts and their cure
The Light of eyes and their illumination
The health of bodies and their healing
And upon his family and companions, send peace

Wassalaam

[Sim]

Originally Posted by Timbit

Okay, I hate to rain on this parade (I'm all for praising the Prophet; I posted in this thread earlier too so I'm not one of those "Oh, this is outright shirk" people, k?) but nobody else finds the following lines problematic?

It's kind of a slippery slope, this praising of the Prophet (saw), no?

hey timbit hope your well...lol i was expecting somebody to raise objections.. its cool tho

in relation to poetry in general - the key thing (i think) is to remember that words are often used in an irregular manner to express love - and the interpretation of phrases/adjectives is never really literal, so poetry cant be anaylsed in the same way you'd analyse a piece of narrative. a play on words if you like. thats what makes poetry what it is. so whenever you read poetry, you have to read it with an open mind...

but the quote you sited we can look at that and i can explain some kind of justifications

"My heart races as I remember, the true nature of your splendor,
How glorious are you? Ya Rasool Allah!"

i think thats striaght forward, contemplating on the miracles that he (saw) did is enough - for example going to see Allah and returning in the blink of an eye, subhanallah.

The universe at your feet, since the arsh is your seat,
How immense a feat? Ya Rasool Allah!

this is because he is the highest of the creation, and again when he (Saw) went on miraj he literally was on the arsh, and thus the universe was at his feet. he (saw) actually went thru the heavens with the same sandals he wore

On that day, I’ll have nothing to say,
Except beg the pardon of you, Ya Rasool Allah!

its established that on the day of judgement we will seek the intercession of the Prophet (SAW) out of desperation

The moon has no right, to illuminate the night,
Without the permission of you, Ya Rasool Allah!

i dont wish to open another can of worms, but as stated in hadith - and explained by sheikh abdul qadir jilani (ra) and many many other classical scholars - that the light of the Prophet (saw) is the first creation, and the light of the sun is but a minute percentage compared to the light of the Prophet (saw).

also, as is well known, he (saw) broke the moon in half when he was a baby, so the word "permission" really is used to show the authority and superiority the Prophet (saw) has over the moon.

The rain that descends, bringing joy that never ends,
Is but a mercy from you, Ya Rasool Allah!

he (saw) is the mercy to the universes. and there are hadith actually about how the reason Allah blesses us with rain is because of the abdaal, (the substitute saints) - due to the blessing they have, Allah blesses the land with rain. - if this is so with awliya, then how about the blessing we receive because of the blessing of the Prophet (saw)?

i hope that makes sense...i dont want to de-rail the thread....but let me know if you think its still a slippery slope :P

Sim: Sorry, had to ask. I like some lines in the poem; did you write it yourself?
Good to see you back though, bro; it's been a while. Hope all is well.

uh yeh i did

take care, wasalam.

[Rida]

“The sun of guidance was born,
and the entire universe was illumined.
A smile appeared on the lips of time,
and his praises were sung.”

Ahmad Shawky on The Mercy unto the Worlds, The Elevated Intercessor Sayyidina Muhammad Mustafa (sallAllahu alaihi wasallam)

[sumiyia]

Originally Posted by farah

YouTube - Nasheed - Allahu (As subuhu bada min) Qari Waheed Zafar

my favoritest one!!

[Sim]

'I could not praise Muhammad with my words; rather,
my words were made praiseworthy by Muhammad (saw)

hassan bin thabit (ra)

[Rida]

His fragrance has caused the buds of my heart to blossom
Whichever road he has travelled, he has brought it to life!

When his eyes have surged forth, ocean-like, with mercy
they have extinguished those on fire, brought smiles to those in tears

What is my heart alone?--however much its harm
You have brought back to life the living dead!

May I die for him! However much sorrow someone is in
When he is remembered, all one's sorrows are forgotten!

Now even mendicants hope to obtain something from us
Since we have lain our mattresses at the door of that Generous One!

During the Ascension when he passed the angelic hosts
They began to salute him and lowered their flags!

Whether you let me cross or not, it is now up to your pleasure
I have left my ship in your hands, have lifted the anchor!

Say this much to the Bridegroom: Beloved, halt your steed awhile
The wedding guests are in difficulty--their way strewn with thorns!

Allah! Have the fires of Gehenna still not frozen over?
Beloved Mustafa has wept oceans of tears!

If someone has asked a mere drop from my gracious Master
He has given him rivers in return, whole oceans instead!

Congratulations on being crowned king of Verse, Raza!
Wherever you have gone, coins have been struck in your name!

translation by siddi asif

[Rida]

Mawlid of Imam Barzanji (ra)

Ashraqa'l Badru 'alaina
Fakhtafat Minhu'l Buduru
Mithla Husnika Maa Ra'aina
Qattu Yaa Wajhas-Suroori

A full moon rises over us
The other moon disappears
We never saw the like of your beauty
O face of gladness

Anta Shamsun Anta Badrun
Anta Noorun Fawqa Noori
Anta Ikseerun wa Ghaali
Anta Misbaahu's-Sudoori

You are the sun, you are the moon
You are light upon lights
You are gold and even more precious
You are the light of hearts

Yaa Habibee Yaa Muhammad
Yaa 'Arusa'l Khaafiqayni
Yaa Muayyad Yaa Mumajjad
Yaa Imama'l Qiblataini

O my beloved, O Muhammad
O star of east and west
O supporter, O praised one
O leader of both Qiblas

Man-ra'aa Wajhaaka Yas'ad
Yaa Kareem al-Waalidaini
Hawdhuka's-Saafi'l Mubarrad
Wirdunaa Yawm an Nushoori

Whoever sees your face, gets happiness
O the kind one to both parents
Your clear and cool fountain
Is our goal on the Day of Reckoning

[TrentReznor858]