Tuesday, May 3, 2022

Poem: 'The Successor'

 



The Rise of the Sun & the Moon of Islam

 

The World may be cut Asunder,

But not my Love for You,

Your Essence fills me,

And grants me the elixir of Unity,

In Your pure Divinity;

 

You say to let go of the filth of this world,

And come in Your embrace,

Devoid of the temporalities of temporalities;

 

You crafted a Being,

And breathed in Your Soul,

The Divine Soul will see through,

The Trials of this world;

 

In the Glow of a Setting World,

The Sun will rise again,

To give a Last Ray of Hope to the Universe,

The cry, out of this world

Will fill Your Universe,

With submission to Your Will;

 

O You the Indweller of My Heart,

Give Life to the Bird of Clay,

And let it fly to the highest sky of Your pleasure,

And let this world never be able,

To catch hold of it,

But let it transform into the Most Noble of Souls,

To teach them all,

Perfection in Submission to Your Will,

A Loving Teacher and Guide,

To raise the Flag of Islam,

To the Highest Peak of Victory;

 

In the outburst of what remains of this World,

Let him fly the flight of Love,

Let him taste the taste of Mercy,

Let him be peace through Peace

Peace, Love and Mercy which come from You,

O Dear Comrade Sweetheart;

 

A piece of my heart awaits the Moon,

To filter through my room,

To brighten my little world,

With the smile of Your pleasure;

 

The cry, the smile are all Yours,

You are the Perfect Creator,

Perfect Fashioner,

Who carved me out of Nothingness,

And made me the Light of this world;

 

O Dear Friend,

My Strongest Support,

Come to me,

Your Arms are most comforting,

Take me away from all the nonsense of this world,

But let me delve in the exquisiteness of Your Love,

For my mission is only valid through You,

To fill this world with Your Tawheed [Unity];

 

The enemies try to snatch me away from You,

The sneers, the taunts, the blames,

I eat them all with patience

Which comes from You,

 

Let the tears of despair never touch me,

O You the Guardian of My Soul,

Let every flower in my path bloom on my arrival,

Let every perfume be manifest again,

Like the sweetest scents of the Heavens,

Let there be with Your Will,

Heaven on Earth,

Such heaven which enables one and all to see,

The Glory and Beauty of Islam;

 

O You Who bring the Sun of Faith in my life,

You Who let me bathe in the ocean of exquisite Love,

In Nothingness I reside,

Yet Your one Word can change my Fate,

And make me grow and glow in the darkness of this world,

To become the staunchest of believers and messengers,

Who abide by Your command for all times;

 

If Eternity is Yours,

O my Maker,

Let the coolness of Paradise,

Bring solace to my burning heart,

 

If the heat and cold of hell fear my Presence,

Give them the glad tidings of relief and assuage their sorrows,

For O Dear Friend,

I seek You, Only You,

Then be mine, and let me be Yours,

Guiding me, Shielding me against all hurdles of life. Ameen.

 

“Light will become Light only through you,

Darkness will dissipate and leave way for the most beautiful morning”

 

----Tayyeba Shaheeda Nasrine Aliah 

27 April 2022 – 25 Ramadan 1443 AH (from 22. 50 - 23.07)