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,
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
Like a lullaby to my heart
Giving me peace
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
By your hands
Dressing them with lights
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
How can my heart cause my tongue
To profess my love to you
When in truth there is none in creation