A tribute to the Prophet (S) in his month, Sha’ban

How can my mind understand your greatness?

Oh one whom Allah bestowed His Endless Favours

His Endless Grants, His Endless Mercies

How can I grasp the Honour that Allah has dressed you

That the universe is merely a sign

But you are the intended one

If not for you, creation would not be

 

How can my eyes be worthy to behold ?

Of your radiance, your shining countenance

If the women of Egypt cut their fingers when they saw Prophet Yusuf

Ya Rasullallah, what state would I be in ?

Mesmerized by the one whose face is glowing like a full moon

Nay it is brighter than the full moon

How can my eyes be worthy of your vision

How can they be worthy?

 

How can my tongue begin to describe you?

Oh one who is flawless in appearance

Flawless in creation

How can this tongue that has spoken countless lies

Be truthful in mentioning  a Divine Art,

Divine Beauty?

How can my ears be worthy of hearing the sweetest voice?

If the birds fell down dead hearing Prophet  David’s

What state would I be in, Ya Rasullallah?

A voice so soft so smooth

Silky

Comforting

Like a lullaby to my heart

Giving me peace

Serenity

 

How can my hands be worthy of touching you?

Of the Holy Hands that is so soft

Of the Holy hands that sprung forth water

That quenches the thirst of a thousand men

And beyond their wildest dreams

Taking ablution

By your hands

Dressing them with lights

With Purity

 

How can my feet be worthy of standing in your threshold?

Where nobles are in awe

And Kings tremble

Of your might, your power, your majesty

What state would I be in, Oh Prophet of Allah?

If I were to stand in your Presence

With my heart as dark as the darkest night

With a face of a hypocrite

With an appearance of a sinner

A dressing of a beggar

 

Would you turn me away?

Or would you take me by your Holy Hands

And wash me with the water of purity

Perfume me with the musk of honor

Crown me with spiritual perfection

 

Ya Rasullallah! What more can a poor beggar ask?

Except pity and mercy

Generosity

 

How can my heart cause my tongue

To profess my love to you

When in truth there is none in creation

A lover

But

YOU

 

 

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