(This poem records the moment when Prophet Muhammad was denigrated, therefore read it with the feeling of love for your Prophet.) The Bounteous Ocean O Allah...with the bounty of favours from You, convey your salutations to him... And the peace of Your salutations upon the beginning of everything that is manifest, shining from the lofty heavens of Your divinity... And the last to be sent down, upon whom diverse humans rely... One who had migrated from Mecca, whom Allah was constantly with, without any other, heading towards Medina, and till today Muhammad lies in that city, counting the five realms of Almighty God in His Existence and every single one of us gathered in the master book Lauhil Mahfuz... He is Allah who bears sympathy towards those who ask for generous provisions/providence in t he name of the existence of Prophet Muhammad And... Allah says, “We did not appoint you except as a mercy for the worlds...” He is like the full-stop of Bismillah that gathers what will be with what already is... An important full-stop like something that travels with the eddies of atmosphere and situation, becoming the secret of the descent of that which moves and from everything that is silent... He, Muhammad, is the man Allah entrusted with the storehouse of multitudinous glories and He is the place wherein all pre-eminence is hidden... He is the conveyer of Allah’s blessings, in accordance with those who deserve them, and He is indeed the reason for the delivery of the Message, and He is Muhammad whose name is most honourable, the keymaster of the storehouse of greatness, and whose perfect birthplace centres as an intermediary between servant and God. And as one who increases and is all-encompassing, who fulfils and completes the possible and the obligatory, he is like a great and high mountain not far from the reality that hails from a place of possibility (something that can happen)... He and his intercession are like a great ocean whose clarity of conviction cannot be obscured by the wreckage of forgetfulness, his eminence like the pen from the loftiest light treading the lenses of the letters, that is, the rahmani soul walking among the trees of immaculate words... The perfection of the Most Glorious makes manifest all that are readily manifest, the perfection of the noble attributes brings into existence all that exist, the place where rises the sun of the essence in the heavens of Allah’s names and His Attributes, becoming the centre of the light of perfection in the gardens of purity and conviction, where hopefully one is given the chance to rest... This is the incomparable line of absoluteness between Unity and Oneness and he is Muhammad, the intermediary to whom revelation descends from the amaranthine heavens to the eternal earth, like a small manuscript from which are propagated greater manuscripts, like white pearls that descend upon a red jewel. Like the jewels of beautiful realms, a phenomenon that escapes neither movement nor silence, and the tree of words incapable of understanding the meaning arising from the origin of the word “Kun” until the testimony of “Fayakun” (thus it is)... the light that penetrates and permeates all forms, none of which is seen in one glance, or even twice... And one cannot see, in one image, several forms twice And one cannot see, in one image from various forms, by looking twice at the one, like the Qur’an wherein contains all that is forbidden and not forbidden, the distinction for the difference that distinguishes between the new, the creation and the Eternal... He is Muhammad, one who fasts in the day, the voice who says, “Truly, I spend the nights with my Lord, and prostrate in the middle of the night and my two eyes may be asleep but my heart never sleeps...” He is the intermediary between existence and non-existence, because Allah lets the two seas flow and meet. And like the binding knot of the link between the new and the Eternal, between the two is a barrier that cannot be transcended by either one... All the conclusions to the questions have been resolved by the record books of the beginning and the end, the centre of the link between the essence hidden and manifest...truly O Allah he is Your lover, Muhammad, to whom You have revealed the beauty of Your essence from the throne of Your Greatness, and You have established a kiblat to face You in all Your Majesty, and it is as if you have bestowed attributes and names upon Your lover, Muhammad... And You crowned him with the crown of a conqueror, as the crown of a high khalifah, and You let him journey physically from Masjidil Haram to Masjidil Aqsa, until Sidratul Muntaha, and up to Qab Qausain or even closer still, meaning he was in bliss for being able to see You, even if morning and evening cease to exist...for the heart cannot belie what is seen by the eye. O Allah...bestow your salutations that deliver me wholly so that my essence and my Prophet’s essence become one...and so that my attributes and his become one...O Allah...shower peace and well-being upon him, a peace that saves me from rebellion in my following of him...and with that salutation I may be safe, in going through his syariat, from all that is astray...so that I can open the door of my love to You as a token; the key, my following of Muhammad. With revelation from You, may the secrets be revealed between the servant and You. © Syeikh Anuar Al Qadri Al Khalidi, 2014 #Rasulullah #ProphetMuhammad #NabiMuhammad #Muhammad #محمد
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 09:38:41 +0000
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