Qasidah Burdah

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   On Intimate Discourse and the Petition of One�s State

O most generous of creation, who but you can I turn to
When the Universal Cataclysm occurs?

Your pre-eminence, O Messenger of God, is not diminished by my need
Even if the Generous One should manifest as the Avenger.

From your largesse flows the good of this world and its counterpart in the next,
And from your knowledge is some understanding of the Tablet and the Pen.

O soul, do not despair of a mistake blown out of proportion-
When God forgives, even mortal sins become mere blunders.

Perhaps when my Lord apportions His mercy,
It will come apportioned in measure equal to one�s transgression.

O my Lord, don�t let my hope in You be deterred,
And don�t leave my expectations unfulfilled.

Be gentle with Your servant both Here and in the Hereafter.
My patient is so wanting that when calamities call, I�m at a loss how to answer.

And let a cloud of Your incessant prayers
Rain down gently on the Prophet and pour forth forever.

As long as the levanteer�s gentle breezes waft the willow�s quivering branches
And cameleers spur camels on with their moving melodies.

Show pleasure with Abu Bakr and Umar and Ali,
And with Uthman as well, the openly magnanimous.

And on the family of Muhammad, his Companions and followers,
Those people of piety, purity, forbearance and nobility.

O my Lord, by the Chosen One, realise our goals,
And forgive us the wrongs we�ve committed, O Vast in generosity.

Include in your forgiveness, my God, everyone who bows before You,
Reciting in the Furthest Mosque and in the two Sanctuaries.

By the pre-eminence of the one whose house is in the Pure Land,
And whose name is an oath among the greatest of oaths.

This is the Poem of the Clock composed for the Chosen One-
All praise is due to God at its outset and at its end. 

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Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Topic: Qasidah Burdah Posted: 04 September 2005 at 5:03am
	On Intimate Discourse and the Petition of One�s State O most generous of creation, who but you can I turn to When the Universal Cataclysm occurs? Your pre-eminence, O Messenger of God, is not diminished by my need Even if the Generous One should manifest as the Avenger. From your largesse flows the good of this world and its counterpart in the next, And from your knowledge is some understanding of the Tablet and the Pen. O soul, do not despair of a mistake blown out of proportion- When God forgives, even mortal sins become mere blunders. Perhaps when my Lord apportions His mercy, It will come apportioned in measure equal to one�s transgression. O my Lord, don�t let my hope in You be deterred, And don�t leave my expectations unfulfilled. Be gentle with Your servant both Here and in the Hereafter. My patient is so wanting that when calamities call, I�m at a loss how to answer. And let a cloud of Your incessant prayers Rain down gently on the Prophet and pour forth forever. As long as the levanteer�s gentle breezes waft the willow�s quivering branches And cameleers spur camels on with their moving melodies. Show pleasure with Abu Bakr and Umar and Ali, And with Uthman as well, the openly magnanimous. And on the family of Muhammad, his Companions and followers, Those people of piety, purity, forbearance and nobility. O my Lord, by the Chosen One, realise our goals, And forgive us the wrongs we�ve committed, O Vast in generosity. Include in your forgiveness, my God, everyone who bows before You, Reciting in the Furthest Mosque and in the two Sanctuaries. By the pre-eminence of the one whose house is in the Pure Land, And whose name is an oath among the greatest of oaths. This is the Poem of the Clock composed for the Chosen One- All praise is due to God at its outset and at its end.
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 04 September 2005 at 5:01am
	On Seeking Intercession Through The Prophet I have served him in this poetic praising to redeem The errors of a life misspent in courtly verse and patronage; Since both have fettered me with a yoke that portends a bad end, As if I were a sacrificial lamb, singled out for slaughter. In both pursuits I obeyed the desires of a delirious youth, Gaining nothing in the end but wrongs and the remorse that follows. What loss my soul has suffered in its commerce! In exchange for this world, It didn�t purchase the next, nor even enter into the transaction. Selling off long-term assets there for short-term gains here, One soon sees the treachery this type of dealings brings. Even should I have future sins, in this prophet My faith remains firm and my connection tightly bound. Simply by my name being Muhammad, I must have a covenant with him. And of all creation, he is the most faithful in keeping covenants. In the next life, if he takes me bounteously by my hand, then say �What a jubilee!� If not, then cry, �What a catastrophe!� Far be it from him to withhold his virtues from anyone in need, Or that reaching his refuge one should return empty-handed, unprotected. Since I have focused all my thoughts on praising him alone, He has proved the best of those committed to my ultimate salvation. His charity will not exclude a hand that poverty has soiled, See how rains bring forth flowers on foothills that were barren! But it is no longer the prize-flowers of this world that I long for, Like those the court-poet Zuhair received for praising King Harim.
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 04 September 2005 at 4:59am
	On the Chivalrous Struggle Of God�s Messenger Mention of his mission struck fear in the hearts of Truth�s enemies The way the deep roar of a lion panics a herd of distracted goats. He continued to encounter them in every field of battle, Until, due to piercing spears, they resembled flesh on skewers. They were filled with the longing to flee, almost envying The carrion carried off by eagles and vultures. Nights passed, but they lost track of time, Except among the irenic nights of the sacred months of truce. As if the Prophet�s way were a guest who�d arrived at their very doorstep Accompanied by brave men hungry for their harmful enemies, Followed by an ocean of hosts mounted on swift steeds, Pouring forth engulfing wave after wave of heroic warriors, Each answering God�s call expecting divine requital, Bravely engaged in battle with weapons uprooting rejection of Reality. Until, after its initial obscurity, the community of Islam, United, became bound by profound ties of kinship. Always protected from enemies by the finest father And most gracious husband, they were never left orphaned nor suffered widowhood. They were mountains; just ask those who confronted them What it is they witnessed on every field of battle. Ask Hunayn, ask Badr, ask Uhud- destiny days More bitter than any drawn-out death from the plague. Polished silver swords streaked with glistering crimson After passing through the long black locks of their enemies� hair. As if they were scribes, their Indian spears pens That left no body without diacritical dots and slant marks. So determined in battle, their most intrepid warrior�s ears Would feign deafness to an orator standing right in their midst. Fully armed, they had a detail that set them apart, The way a thorny rose can be distinguished from a prickly thorn-bush. The winds of their victories grant you fragrant news, Such that you deem them flower-buds of fortitude about to burst forth. As if, upon the backs of their steeds, they were firmly rooted flowers on hilltops, Held there not from tight saddle-straps, but from taut resolution. From the majesty of their might, their enemies� hearts fled, Unable to tell the difference between goat herds or war hordes. If one�s victory is with the Messenger of God, then ever lions, Happening upon him in their dens, are left dazed and dumbfounded. Whoever clings to you, O best of creation in honour, God is his Protecting Guardian from every vengeful foe. You will never see a true ally of his unless he be victorious, Nor a true enemy of his other than dejected and defeated. He placed his community in the refuge of his Way, Just as a great lion retreats with its cubs to the safety of its lair. How often the words of God have halted his churlish contender; How often the Quran has conquered his quarrelsome foe. Such knowledge in an unlettered man, such refinement in an orphan In the Age of Ignorance should suffice you a miracle of his truth!
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 03 September 2005 at 9:04am
	On the Ascension of the Prophet O best of those whose courtyards are sought by seekers of solace, Hurrying on swift feet or riding on the backs of trailblazing camels! O you who are the greatest sign for the discerning, The most blessed gift of those desiring gain! You soared by night from the near sanctuary to the Furthest, The way a bright moon moves across a sky enveloped in darkness. You spent the night ascending until you reached the station of �two bows lengths or nearer,� A point of intimacy never before realised nor even dreamed of. All the previous prophets and messengers gave precedence to you, The way a generous host defers to a guest of honour. Then you started out, penetrating the Seven Heavens With them in procession behind you, and you their standard bearer, Until you left no space of Divine presence for others to attain, Nor any summit for seekers of heights to aspire to. You achieved every station by rightful possession Addressed by God with exaltation, a unique subject in heavenly syntax. In this way you attain the Station of Arrival, Veiled from the gaze of onlookers, a secret sealed in silence. Thus you gathered every honour without peer, And traversed every station in solitude. What pre-eminence you have been entrusted with! Past counting are all the blessings granted you! Glad tidings for us, the people of Islam! We have a pillar of providence, utterly imperishable. You called us to God�s obedience. When He named you �The most eminent of emissaries,� we became the noblest of nations!
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 03 September 2005 at 9:03am
	On The Exalted Stature and Miraculous Merits of the Quran Let me describe the signs that appeared to him like bonfires On mountain peaks lit for night travellers by some thoughtful host. Though a pearl�s beauty may multiply if strung with many others, Its value is not diminished when displayed on its own. How can a praising poet hope to plumb the depths Of its noble virtues and majestic traits? These signs from God of what is real radiate into the present- Eternal gems from the jewel �box of the Infinite, the Merciful. Though not in time, they tell us of time, of what awaits us at the Resurrection, As well as what befell past people, such as Aad and Iram. Because they have endured into our time, they surpass the miracles Of prior prophets, which came but did not last. They are full of clear wisdom without double meanings For anyone torn by dissension, and this proof needs no judge, Whenever these words were attacked, even the worst of their enemies Were forced to retreat, pleading on their knees for peace. Their eloquence deflects any opponent, just as an honourable man Prevents a villain from violating his home. They contain meanings as continual as ocean waves, Yet exceed the ocean�s treasures in both worth and beauty. Their marvels are uncountable and uncontainable- Even with repetition, this book never seems tedious. The reciter�s eyes were soothed by it, so I said to him, �You have grasped the rope of God- now hold on tight.� If you recite it when the Fire�s flames overwhelm you, Its cool springs of flowing water will put them out. As if it were the pool of Paradise, by which char-black faces Of the disobedient are cleansed and brightened. It is like the straight path and the scales set up in equity. Justice from any other source won�t benefit its people. Don�t be surprised if a resentful soul denounces or denies it Feigning ignorance, despite a subtle understanding. For often an infected eye cannot bear soothing sunlight, Just s a sick tongue finds no comfort in sweet water.
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 03 September 2005 at 9:01am
	On His Miracle At his call, trees came bowing in prostration- Footless tree trunks trudging toward him! Penning a perfect inscription with their branches! A wondrous sign along the way, Like the cape of clouds that trailed after him To shield him from the sky�s noon fire, hotter than an over. I swear by the Lord of the moon split in two, So deeply involved with his heart, and this oath is true! And by the Lord of the cave in which he hid Where a posse of blind skeptics failed to find him. The Truth and his friend the Truthful kept quiet in the cave, While outside the search party grumbled, �It�s just an empty cave!� They were wrong to think a spider couldn�t weave a curtain Or a dove hover lovingly over creation�s Crown. God�s protection was all he needed: no excess armor, Strategic lookout towers, or powerful fortresses! If ever the people of my time intended to mistreat me, I simply took refuge in his harbour, and no harm came. By seeking the wealth of this world and the next from his hand, I received my lot straight from the generous donor. Beware of rejecting the Prophet�s nocturnal revelations- Though his eyes may sleep, his heart never slumbers! They came to him at the outset of his prophetic mission- So these dream-visions of his cannot be denied. Blessed in God! Revelation doesn�t come through effort, Nor should we doubt a prophet when he speaks of the unseen. How many sick were healed by the lightness of his touch! How many in need were freed from mental affliction! His prayer revived the land in a year of drought, Like a bright ivory inlay in the midst of ebony seasons. With clouds breaking open so generously Valleys seemed filled with sea waves or floods from burst dams. When the valley complained of sky�s withholding rain, He said, atop hills and mountains, �Pour down, and return to nature�s way!� The earth fulfilled her sacred trust again with nourishment For men and beast by permission of her Creator. She put on a green dress of silky grasses, Winding turbans around the heads of hilltops and palm trees. The palm trees stood up straight to show off their necklaces Which lit up the eye like gorgeous red and yellow poppies. The drought�s disease departed so completely, Even despairing folk were filled with renewed virtues. If you faithfully follow the clear signs of the Prophet, You will simply be adding one sparkling splendor to another. So say to anyone trying to outdo my praise of him, �These are effortless gifts- I saddled no camels to obtain them.� Don�t say, �How could you possibly fashion such excellent verses?� For no one even asks of God�s bounty, �How much exactly?� Without God�s providence it would never have come about, For in essence the mute and the mellifluous are equals.
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 03 September 2005 at 8:14am
	On His Birth His birth revealed the purity of his elemental nature � O pure from first to last! That day the Persians perceived in truth that they had Been forewarned of impending difficulties and disasters. That evening the emperor�s throne room cracked into pieces, Like the solidarity of his retinue, beyond repair. The Magian�s fire expired out of sorrow. The Euphrates River forgot its course out of grief. The shocked village of Sawa watched its lake dry up; Anyone searching for water came back mad with thirst. As if fire were as wet as water from sorrow, And water took on fire�s inflammable nature. Jinn cried out from afar, and the flare of his birth lit up the darkened land. The Truth became plain as day in word and meaning. Yet they were blinded and deafened by denial, so the good news Went unheard and the warning flashes unseen. And all this after even their own diviners declared Their creed could no longer stand up on its own- And even after they witnessed comets crashing on the skyline, Falling to earth as their idols fell on their faces. Until demons, diverted from revelation�s path, Followed the footsteps of other devils who fled in defeat, Feeling like the wretched combatants of Abraha, Like the army routed by pebbles hurled from his hand, Cast from his palms after they finished praising God, The way prayerful Jonah was cast from the belly of the whale.
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.

Murabit Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Senior Member Joined: 20 March 2004 Location: Australia Status: Offline Points: 369	Post Options Post Reply Quote Murabit Report Post Thanks(0) Quote Reply Posted: 03 September 2005 at 8:12am
	On The Praise of the Prophet I have neglected the path of the one who brought black nights To life by praying, until even his feet swelled with distress. To quell his hunger he tightened his midriff By strapping stones to his soft sides and strong ribs. Lofty mountains, to entice him, draped themselves in gold, But he showed them a towering soul, perfectly content, without desire. The extremity of his needs only confirmed his freedom from desire- Need never overshadows Virtue that is firmly rooted. How could the need of such a man be answered by the world, When without him this world would never have come into being! Muhammad, lord of both worlds, lord of both species, Lord of both assemblages � Arabs and all others. Our prophet, commander of right, forbidder of wrong � No soul kept his word more justly, whether �Yes� or �No�. He is the beloved whose intercession is hoped for As arms against a host of relentless calamities. He called on God. Whoever clings to him Clings to a rope that will neither unravel nor break. His form and character surpassed even the previous prophets, And none have approached him in knowledge or nobility. They all seek from the Messenger of God Cupfuls from his ocean or sips from his unceasing rain. They all stand before him according to their limits, As if dots on his knowledge or diacritical marks on his wisdom. He is the one whose meaning and form were perfected, And then the Originator of souls chose him as the beloved. Incomparable, his beauty has no peer � The essence of beauty itself is in his nature. Leave aside what the Christians have claimed for their prophet � Then praise him as you like, but do so wisely. Ascribe to his essence what you wish of honour, Attribute to his exalted status what you will of greatness! Truly, the Messenger of God�s bounty Cannot be overstated by two lips and a tongue. If a miracle could equal his stature in magnitude, The mere mention of his name would revive decaying bones. Concerned for our welfare, he did not confuse us with maters We could not fathom, so we neither wandered nor wavered. Human beings cannot grasp his meaning � Even those at his side could not keep up with him. He is like the sun, small to the eye when seen from afar, But when glimpsed close up, it dazzles and overwhelms. How can slumberous souls in this world grasp his reality Distracted as they are by the strength of their dreams? The extent of what we know of him is this: He is a man, And yet, without exception, he is the best of God�s creation. All of the signs brought by the noble prophets before him Came to them through his light alone. He is the bounteous sun and they her orbiting planets � She reveals their lights for humanity in the darkness of night � Until finally his light dawned on the horizon, And his radiant guidance suffused the world and brought life to countless civilisation. What excellence lies in the birth of a prophet adorned with such character! Beauty itself shines forth from his smiling face! Exquisite as a lily, illustrious as a full moon, Magnanimous as the ocean, persistent as time. Due to his majesty, even when alone, He seemed surrounded by military might and cohorts of courtiers. It is as if precious pearls, locked in their shells, Poured from the treasury of his sweet mouth and smile. As if, face to face with the sun, Minds were forced to blink at the mere sight of him. No perfume is as sweet as the ground that holds his bones � What Paradise awaits the one who breathes its scent or brushes lips against its soil!
	"I am a slave. I eat as a slave eats and I sit as a slave sits.", Beloved, sallallahu alyhi wa-sallam.