A Tribute to Ahmad Al-Mokhtar: A Salutation to Poet Ibn Al-Janan
To Ahmad Al-Mokhtar, we extend our greetings.
The garden of sorrow is fragrant, soaked by rain.
As its meaning is embraced, it unfolds with more splendor.
And when his right hand meets the blessed one,
I send my longings as a messenger carrying perfume.
May the secrets be pleased by him,
And I hope for his grace, for he is indeed generous.
My anticipation of him has never been in vain.
In him, I place my trust when I find myself helpless.
He is my refuge when I encounter adversity,
And I have relied upon him as my strength when
Weakness has afflicted my frail spirit.
To him, my prayers ascend, sending forth a intercessor.
Peace be upon him, and kindness flows with grace.
A Poem Celebrating the Prophet and the Sacred Site by Al-Hasan Ibn Thabit
In Tabuk, a legacy for the Prophet and a revered sanctuary,
It shines bright even as the remnants fade into obscurity.
The signs of sanctity are not erased from the Blessed House,
Where the guided one ascended the pulpit.
Clear are the verses, and the remaining markers
And a dwelling where congregational prayers are performed.
In it dwell chambers where a light descends from God,
An illumination that inspires and ignites.
The landmarks have not faded over time,
For calamity has approached, yet the signs renew.
I have recognized through it the legacy of the Prophet,
And a grave that is preserved in the earth.
I remain weeping for the Prophet, it brings joy
To my eyes and similarly to others’ in their mourning.
It recalls the blessings of the Prophet, and I see
Uncountable years; my spirit is overwhelmed.
Devastated for the loss of Ahmed,
Contention unfolds as I enumerate the Prophet’s virtues.
And I have not reached the end of my lamentation
But my spirit holds some portions of praise.
She has long stood weeping, shedding tears
On the site of the grave where Ahmed lies.
Blessed are you, O grave of the Prophet, and blessed are
The lands which hold therein that enlightening leader.
And blessed is the resting place that encompasses a pure soul,
With a structure adorned with splendid craftsmanship.
Hands and eyes pour earth upon him,
While the world mourns his absence, and so too do I.
For they have concealed a dream, a knowledge, and a mercy,
On the eve when he was laid to rest, never to rise again.
And they have departed with sadness marked upon their faces,
While fatigue weighs heavily upon their shoulders.
They weep for him, as do the heavens on the day of his passing,
And the earth itself wept for the lamentation of the people.
Was there ever a day when the loss of a great one
Matched the sorrow on the day when Muhammad departed?
Entrances to the realms of revelation closed,
Yet he carried a light that would guide them home.
To show the way of the Merciful to any who follow him,
Rescue those from calamities, and initiate their guidance.
A leader for them who tirelessly directs to the truth,
A teacher of sincerity; should they obey him, they will find joy.
Forgiving their missteps, accepting their pleas,
And if they perform goodness, God is far more generous.
And if events arise for which they neglect to praise,
From such with him comes relief from the heaviness.
While they were enjoying the blessings of Allah among them,
He was their guide along the righteous path.
It was grievous for him to see them stray from guidance,
Eager that they remain steadfast and find the right path.
Compassionate toward them, never retracting his wings
To shelter them and grant them peace.
In the midst of their light, there arose a sudden launch,
From death’s arrow, aiming for his glad tidings.
He returned to God, a praiseworthy soul,
Amidst the tears of the messengers, they lamented him.
The sanctified lands were transformed into desolation,
With the absence of revelation that once nurtured them.
Desolate except for the honored grave that contained him,
While humility enveloped his remains in reverence.
And his mosque became a haunting reminder of that loss,
An empty space for him amidst silence.
And at Al-Jamarah, the vast land is left lonely,
The houses, the fields, and the gardens, desolate.
O tearful eyes, weep for the Messenger,
And do not cease to pour forth your tears for him.
And why should you not weep for the blessings he bestowed
That encompass all of humanity’s well-being?
So grant him your tears, let your heart pour out,
For the loss of one like him shall never happen again.
Those who came before us never encountered anyone like Muhammad,
Nor shall we, until the Day of Resurrection.
In character and in trustworthiness, he stood the highest,
Closer to us than any who grants bounty—unparalleled.
He gave generously to the needy and to each newborn,
And bestowed honor upon the entrusted from every lineage.
He firmly established the pillars of lofty dignity,
And built with robust foundations of enduring strength.
He nurtured trees of knowledge, ensuring their branches
Reaching to the heavens, visions flourished.
He raised offspring like rain from clouds, the generosity alive,
And cultivated values with kindness and goodness.
Allah bless only the true believers,
May His peace be upon the honored Prophet, and those who support him.
People of faith rejoiced in Yathrib,
When he was taken to the sanctified grave, not to be forgotten.