…no apologies for the length of this post because if you read and look with concentrated love you will surely come away with tears smearing your cheeks…words that transport you to places you never knew existed in your heart and soul will be transformative…Insha’Allah…focus on the sheer number of lovers seeking a glimpse of where our Beloved Al-Mustafa SallAllahu alaihi wasallam resides… conveying greetings with an ardent inner ishq…and vying for a small place on the carpet to meet their Rabb…all will surely revive the most inert of hearts…
Every particle of the universe is bereaved upon your parting. Bestow us with your look of favour, O Messenger of Allah, Be merciful, O Seal of all messengers.
Indeed, you are a mercy to the worlds, so how can you neglect us unfortunate ones who are suffering from ill-fate?
O beautiful flower, grace the world with your vibrant fragrance and awake from your restful sleep to illuminate the hearts of those in need of guidance.
O ye who rests in his grave in Madina.
Awake, for the whole Earth has become corrupt.
Show us your blessed countenance from within your Yemeni shroud; your luminous face is the dawn of all life.
Bring daylight upon our long nights of grief, and make our days blossom with success and prosperity with your beauty.
Adorn your body with your fragrant amber-emanating garments, and crown your head with the turban, fragrant with the scent of camphor.
Let your amber-fragrant locks of hair flow, shedding shade upon your blessed feet (an indication towards the fact that the Noble Prophet did not have a shadow, thus let your dark hair cast its shadow).
Wear the sandals of Ta’if as you once did wear and let their laces be made of our deep heartfelt conviction for you.
Each and everything has spread itself out before you, eagerly awaiting
to kiss your blessed feet.
Come forth from your blessed chamber into the courtyard of the Haram. Place your feet on the heads of those who lie in your path, desirous of kissing the dust you tread on.
Take the helpless by the hand and assist them. Console the hearts of your sincere lovers.
Indeed, we are drowning in our ocean of our sins, but we wait on your path for our thirst to be quenched.
Verily, you are the cloud, which rains with mercy and it befits your compassion that you shower the thirsty with your generosity.
How wonderful will it be when we arrive in your presence and apply the dust of your blessed city in our eyes!
(May Allah grant us that day when we shall go to Madinah, and make collyrium out of the dust of the Prophet’s city)
And how beautiful will that time be when after performing two rakat in gratitude and prostrating thankfully, my grievous soul circles the blazing lamp of your blessed chamber like a butterfly!
Overwhelmed with love and restless for your communion, I shall walk to and fro
to your blessed chamber, your burning love tearing my heart into pieces.
How glorious that day will be when the clouds of my sleepless eyes shall rain with tears and I shall sprinkle those tears over the threshold of you Haram and your blessed grave!
At times, I shall gain the honour of sweeping the dust of the Haram and to remove the dust and litter from your blessed mosque.
Dust maybe harmful for our eyes, we know, yet the dust of your city is a light for our eyes. Although our wounds will be harmed by litter, it is the only cure for the wounds of our distressed hearts.
We would proceed towards your blessed pulpit thereupon rub our faces pale out of longing for you, painting our faces with its dust.
In your exalted mihrab and where you did perform salah would we stand in prayer, fulfilling the desires of our hearts and succeeding in all our goals.
The place where your blessed feet stood would I bath with tears of blood, shed in yearning for you.
We would stand with humility before every pillar of your mosque, beseeching Allah to elevate us to the ranks of the righteous.
Out of extreme pleasure, the great desires and yearning in our hearts will brightly light every candle on earth.
I may not be physically present in your sacred Haram, but all gratitude to Allah, that my soul is most certainly there.
Perturbed I am over the state of my selfish desires, so assist this helpless one in his despondency and turn towards him your benevolent gaze.
If your loving generosity does not come to our aid, we will remain no more than a
paralyzed limb, unable to continue our lives.
Our wretchedness is diverting us from the straight path, the way of Allah. We earnestly plead you to supplicate on our behalf.
Pray that the Almighty makes our lives successful through strong faith and conviction, and that we always remain firm in implementing His divine commands.
And when the Day of Judgement arrives with its horrific terrors, the Owner of the Day of Retribution, the Most Merciful protects us from the Hellfire, saving us from disgrace.
Despite all our sins and wrongdoings, He should grant you permission to intercede on our behalf, for none can intercede except with His permission.
And pray that your head does not lower in shame due to our crimes, but that you arrive saying, “O my Lord, show mercy on my followers.”
Through your relentless effort and the intermediary of the chosen bondsmen of Allah is the needy Jami hopeful of salvation.
(I have heard that on the Day of Judgement, Allah will forgive the sinners through the intercession of the righteous.)
Qasida of Maulana Jami Rahmatullahi alaihi…refer to this pdf file for the context of these eloquent expressions of love and for a copy of the original Persian text…also present in this ‘must have volume’ Virtues of Invoking Blessings and Peace on the Noble Prophet SallAllahu alaihi wasallam…
…photo credits to the ‘Prince of Ikram’…see previous post for explanation…
All good is from Allah Ta’ala whereas mistakes are from this humble speck. May Allah Ta’ala Bless all readers, bringing you all closer to Him and His Rasul SallAllahu alaihi wasallam. May He accept our humble efforts and grant us the capacity to be good and do good. Ameen.