we request your mercy

from the tongue of the guilty

O Allah, Most Eminent, Most Glorious
Ya Rasulullah
Your life Mercy to all creation
fills our heart
We perceive you through our hearts
During the first year of your life
you are the tribe of Bani Sa'ad
nurse-mother couldn't suckle you
for this, the clouds in the sky were angered
the clouds refused even a drop of rain
the land of Bani Sa'ad went dry
a small cloud in the sky
enchanted by you
always shades you
people gathered to supplicate, requesting rain
Lady Halimah embraced you
with her face, protecting you from the sun
but the small cloud in the sky
enchanted by you
always accompanies you
you were in the embrace of the monk,
devoting himself
looking the beauty of your eyes
the monk forgot about draught, rain, and supplication
but you did not forget
the little cloud got enchanted by your glances
we would sacrifice our souls
for this eyes looking at the sky
the little cloud got enchanted by your glances,
so it grew larger and larger
and the drops of rain started falling kindly
but most people do not know what caused the rain
most of them do not know who you are
and at the age of six,
on your way to the Enlightened Medina
with your mother and Um Ayman
you felt orphaned by your father's tomb
and at abwaa, you had an appointment with the loss of your mother
You enter Mecca without a mother
so Abdul Muttalib's love grew for you
and Abu Talib's love grew for you
Ya Rasulullah
Dis Mecca children call their mothers near you?
did you used to look at the ground,
when they used to shout: O, Mother!

How many nights did Mecca's wind carry the tears of your eyes to Abwaa?
How many nights did you scream, weeping "mother, mother"?
O my master
in your place we ourselves long,
calling our mothers: O mother!
in your place, we long, calling our fathers: O Father!
at the age of twenty five,
you are different from other people.
nobody reah your level
your nice smell emanates mercy,
your voice emanates peace
You are Muhammad Al Amin
at the age of thirty three
the blessing rush like waves
at the age of thirty five,
come, do not delay O beloved!
the moans knock on the doors of Heaven
come, do not delay O beloved!
chest have tightened from the long wait from the messenger
come, do not delay O beloved!
You are invinted to Jabal Al Noor (the mountain of Light)
At the age of fourty, while in Hira cave on Jabal Al Noor,
Gabriel descends from Heaven
All atoms of creation raise prayers of blessings and peace for you
creature's heart moan, longing for you
you're for us, the morning's light in the darknesses of night
You're the prophet of Allah (nabiyullah)
You're the beloved of Allah (Habibullah)
You're the Messenger of Allah (rasulullah)
Why did they make you sad, O great one?
Why did they afflict you?
Did they attack you because Abu Talib died?
Did they attack you because no one was left to protect you?
It's as we see your tear by the Kabah
saying "How soon did I feel lonely by your loss, O uncle"
We remember your prayer in the Holly Mosque
While they are putting trash on your head
we would sacrifice our heads for yours
Ya Rasulullah
How the deprived were looking and laughing
who is this, running toward you in Mecca streets?
Who is this, running as if the Throne descended from Heaven
Who is this, running? They wonder...
Who is this?
Someone answers:
"It's Fatimah al Zahra, Muhammad's daughter"
mother of the righteous

your daughter, beloved by you, wipes your eyes and noble face
she's the one that resembles you the most
she's just like you, when laughs or weeps
it's as if we see you telling her "Do not cry my daughter"
Why did they expel you from your land?
Is it because you were left alone?
Didn't they know who is protecting you?
Who found you orphaned, there upon sheltered you?
Who sent you as Mercy to all creation?
They said "crazy" about you
They said "you're crazy"
"you're a poet"
But you didn't not answer them
(a man took your sword in your sleep, saying: "Who will save you and protect you
from us?")
You...
You say "Allah" (the sword drops from his hand)
He fills the sky with awe
You say "Allah"
and the Throne most high shakes
You were saying "Allah" at Badr
so He brought down to you 3000 angels with their horses
You have with you 125000 companions
saying: "You're dearer than my father and mother, Ya nabiyullah"
Ya Rasulullah
You walk in the streets of Madinah
when the little girls of Bani Najar tribe saw you...
they were so happy they didn't know what to do
you asked them "Do you love me?"
They answered "Yes we love you, Ya Habibullah"
and you answered: "Allah knows that I love you too"
Many young people in our age are not among the girls of Bani Najjar
But they too, love you
Their tears witness that they love you more than their own selves
They have no one but you
and Allah Knows that you love them too
At the age of sixty
you pray and say "The Most High Companion"
and you wear a wool gown made for you, its edges are white
You wore it and went out to your Companions
And tapped your knes with your palms
And said Do you see how nice it is?
Someone called you in your gathering:
Give it to me, dearer than my father and mother, Ya Rasulullah
Why (for other than your love) did he ask you, knowing you liked it?
And knowing certainly you would not say no
So you gave it to him, and returned to wearing your patched gown

One week remains till meeting the Beloved (Allah)

They made the same gown for you several times
But you were not destined to wear it
You sent news through Abu Hurayrah
There will come people after me saying
We wish we could see our Prophet, at the cost of our possessions and children
You spoke to Anas about your longing for your brothers
You said: I long for my brothers, they believe in me, and they did not see me
My beloved, you call from madinahs pulpit My nation, my nation
Wearing the dress of sadness
O you who prayed Allah for people, from Meccas mosque
By Allahs blessing to us through you, we went on our knees & pledged loyalty to
you
We believe in what you brought from your Lord
We heard and obeyed
Ya Rasulullah, youre still at the age fourty
And youre still at the head of your nation
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