Poem: The Birth of Guidance, Illuminating the Existence
Ahmad Shawqi expresses in his poem:
The birth of guidance brings light to all creation,
As time itself smiles in praise and exultation.
The spirit and the multitude of angels surround him,
A harbinger of joy for both faith and life’s realm.
The throne adorns itself, and the holy enclosure shines,
At its end, the great Sidra stands tall and divine.
The garden of discernment smiles over slopes;
With a blossoming of fragrant songs, it elopes.
The revelation drips with exquisite cadence,
While the tablet and pen reflect a noble brilliance.
The names of the messengers are arranged like a page,
Inscribed on the tablet, with Muhammad’s name as the grand stage.
The divine name in its splendid letters shines,
An ‘A’ that beckons, and ‘Ta-Ha’ that intertwines.
O best of those who graced existence with your greeting,
From the messengers to guidance, you were their leading.
The house of prophets welcomes none but the true,
Only the upright and sincere therein accrue.
The finest of parenthood, Adam claimed for you,
While Eve esteemed and guarded this truth.
They yearned for the honor that prophecy bestows,
In you, the glorious legacy of nobility grows.
You were created for Your house, which was made for thee,
For greatness aligns with those who soar high and free.
Thanks to you, God adorned the heavens, twinkling bright,
And with you, the dust of Earth filled with delight.
Your countenance appeared, embodying truth and grace,
Illuminating with prophetic light, you took your place.
And on you, the light of prophecy beams with charm,
From the beloved, your guidance brings all to calm.
Christ praised you, and the Virgin Mary rejoiced,
On the day that your brilliance would be voiced.
The time glowed bright upon the world, within and without,
Morning and evening wrapped in Muhammad’s clout.
The truth stands fortified, a victorious sign,
Over the realms, no banner shines so divine.
If you had not brought forth the faith, it would still stand alone,
With a light that enlightens the shadows often overthrown.
Your character, adorned with virtues that enthrall,
Drawn by the nobles, captivating all.
As for beauty, you are the sun in the sky,
A charm that delights, making hearts comply.
Your generosity reaches great heights,
Achieving what no winds could ignite.
And in pardon, you are both steadfast and measured,
Those ignorant of your kindness cannot be treasured.
And when you show mercy, you embody a parent’s hand,
In this world, such figures are rare and grand.
And when anger rises, it’s but a righteous stand,
In truth, unmoved by petty reprimand.
And when you are pleased, it mirrors divine intent,
Satisfaction of many is a noble ascent.
And when you speak, the pulpit praises echo clear,
Inspiring hearts to weep, bringing them near.
And when you judge, there can be no doubt in your decree,
As if adversaries descend from the sky—so it will be.
Poem: The Birth of the Greatest Messenger
Mohammed Mahmoud Al-Zabiri recites:
The heavens are longing, parched and dry,
The space and stars adorned in the sky.
It is strange to call him an orphan, when in truth,
He is a star that the heavens sent forth in youth.
Fashioned by the hands of God, as one creates,
In the ocean, a pearl of divine traits.
Chosen for what shall mothers and fathers do,
If not bless him with what they know to be true.
Infused with spirit while in barren lands he lay,
And behold, the horizon, a night that gives way.
In the fearsome forest, safety now thrives,
Where cunning wolves shall gladly take dives.
The universe unfolds beneath his gaze,
Revealing the essence that no one betrays.
This orphan learned what wisdom truly beholds,
For what is knowledge if the truth is not told?
He who sees truth unveiled casts aside the veil,
No claims nor pretensions ever prevail.
A cleverness that moves in the universe so wide,
A journey through which all ignorance must abide.
Poem: Welcome, O Beloved, with Your Loyalty
Aisha Al-Baouniya expresses:
The beloved is born, so welcome his fidelity,
With the beauty of his countenance and radiant clarity.
And the light shines forth, to whom Adam bowed,
In the face of glory, the skies made proud.
There emerges a beauty adorned in grandeur,
Crowned with completeness in virtues pure.
He is the culmination of all messengers’ calls,
Who treads the earth and fills existence with his thralls.
Born was he, without him, the sacred wouldn’t be known,
Nor would they ever visit the sacred they have shown.
He is the one without whom they would not reap,
The green pastures in their unpretentious keep.
Born was he without whom desires would not meet,
In hearts, fulfillment would remain obsolete.
Born was he, without his majestic quality,
The strangers would not gather beneath his authority.
Born was he, and through his compassion’s grace,
He quenched the thirst of souls in their chase.
Born was he, who prays upon him, his God,
And rewards those who invoke him with an applause.
Born was he, who raised the Most High’s name,
And bestowed upon him seventy in fame.
And he ascended, while existence was cloaked in light,
In the hidden depths of darkness concealed from sight.
He shaped existence, and he alone was chosen,
With kind exclusivity in Israel, a bond unbroken.
And when he, the Prophet, summoned all the wise,
Gabriel stood as a guide in the skies.
He revealed himself in revelatory splendor,
Manifesting verses that we all shall remember.
Welcome, O blessed birth, embodied bliss,
With your arrival, has been fulfilled every wish.
The sun is but a glimmer of your rays,
The moon, a reflection of your luminous ways.
The rose pales next to the charm of your cheek,
And musk only hints at the fragrance you seek.
Lightening strikes merely reflect your grace,
As the beauty of your brightness runs its race.
Good news fills the eyes, delighted in grace,
From your visage, and the pleasure of your embrace.
And souls that walked your path as their own,
From your bliss, they have known.
What more could a seeker desire from thee,
For in you, every plea finds its decree.
O most generous of intercessors, a heart sways,
Longing in the flames for your guiding rays.
Turn to me and grant generosity, with great anticipation,
And grant me sustenance, O best of creation.
And hasten help to heal the wounds,
In your midst, the soul finds its tunes.
And intercede for me at the throne of grace,
That my hopes may soar in this sacred place.
Bestow upon me your blessings, as I seek divine flow,
And find peace in the depths of your glory’s glow.
May Allah bless you, O beacon of light,
And the beloved to whom I take flight.
What longing does the yearning heart find,
In your eternal bond, ever entwined.
Forever shall the divine extend to others,
With grace bestowed on the fortunate and mothers.
Poem: Fill the Earth with Light, O Muhammad
Ahmad Muharram pens this ode:
Fill the Earth, O Muhammad, with your light,
And immerse the people in wisdom, banishing blight.
The hidden secrets veil you, yet they reveal,
Unveiling every shroud and concealed appeal.
A torrent of corruption floods each vale,
Flow forth to cleanse it, allow the truth to prevail.
You came to cast the sea into the shore,
As it folds upon itself—no need to implore.
To save the drowning world and shield,
Mankind from tasting the bitter yield.
Rising to embrace the vastness wide,
You cover the heavens, full tide.
You embody existence, the hidden secret profound,
Before your coming, ignorance did abound.
You fashioned life for souls anew,
Transforming every being, a miraculous view.
Time, in your shadow, echoed in fame,
Your embodiment of purpose, forever aflame.
How to repay your myriad deeds,
In this realm, you bridged such personal needs.
The stars above heralded your dawn,
Hashimite and radiant, a bright new morn.
Lighting up the shade of the enveloping night,
Dispelling the darkness, revealing the sight.
The logic of ability, weighing upon the meek,
In the brilliance of your words, they find what they seek.
Every sound strikes a chord in the soul,
When the once-dominant figures lose control.
The tribes fell prostrate from their distant heights,
In abandonment of what once reached grand sights.
In the shadows, the mighty conquered and met their doom,
Yet you stood with the truth, dispelling the gloom.
Strike down upon the disbelief, a tremor we see,
And among the stones, it trembles, fearfully.
Speak to the hearts that once turned away,
For you hold the lantern to guide them each day.
Do not stray in this quest for the just,
In the face of mortality, to resist is a must.