My Love, O My Dear, How Perfect am I?
I took your sweet hands, and brought you so nigh.
I took you from Makkah, to the place,
So sacred, so I could show you My Signs.
I called you My Slave, and what an honor,
But your true name, I have hidden with Me.
Muḥammad, and Aḥmad, yes, you are call’d,
But Ḥabīb Allāh, shines on the wall.
You know My Love, how I praise you so,
Name after name, I have given you alone.
Each prophet of mine, I said their own names,
Maybe once or twice, used Mine, too.
But for you, My Love, you know it’s not so,
To bring you to Me, and show the whole world.
Yā Rasūla Allāh, Yā Nabiyyī,
I’m the Rabb of the world, but you’re its Mercy.
From My Name, Divine, did I make yours,
I, The All Praised, will always Praise you.
I am, al-Raʾūf, and you are too.
I am Raḥīm, and like that you’re seen.
I am Mubīn, just like you are,
I am al-Nūr, and you spread it so far.
Light upon light, you’re My Twinkling Star,
Sirājan Munīrā, My Manār.
I am The One Truth, and you guide to Me,
Darkness to Light, My Shining Nabī.
I Witness all things, and placed you the same,
Your Taqwā and piety, full of fame.
I am al-ʿAẓīm, as is your khuluq,
I, al-Fattāḥ, and you open their hearts.
I always Was, and always Will Be,
You’re the first, my love, and the last for Me.
The first thing I did, was make your light,
So now the heavens, can shine ever br’ght.
When I took the promise, I asked you first,
And I made your hands, to remove their thirst.
I am al-Qawī, and made you the same,
And take pardon, since ʿAfuww is My Name.
True honor I placed, besides you and I,
Your honor and grace, is ever so high.
I am not finite, and your praises too,
And I made them so, that they always grew.
Forever and ever, sung in the sky,
By angel or man, ‘til the end of time.
But now My Love, I shall tell the tale,
How I raised you up, and removed the veil.
You stayed in boycott, and endured the pain,
For only a few years, you preached My Name.
To test you My Love, I had took from you,
Your wife and uncle, no longer by you.
So that you, My Love, have no one but Me,
I Alone, will make you so pleased with Me.
I gave you the two, one young and one old,
Sawdah and ʿĀʾishah, their hearts of gold.
I made them so special; in world, next,
To comfort you, and remove your duress.
But the message must spread, and you must go,
Ṭāʾif, the town, of your brethren old.
Don’t worry My Love, I saw what they did,
My Anger at them, it boiled within.
But I sent you as love, and you said no,
Their lives are now spared, and I let them go.
Don’t think My Love, that I’m mad at you,
You will never know how much, I Love you.
I will give, and give, until your face glows,
With gifts and praises, that only I know.
Don’t you recall, how you were poor and weak,
Now take My Hand, and I’ll show you the world.
Rest My Dear, in the house of Umm Hānīʾ,
“Now go Jibrīl, and bring him to My House.”
My Love, do you know, just how pure you are?
As a child, young, and you got that scar?
But again, I will, make you clean and bright,
When they split your chest, and your light was white.
Your heart, so pure, how it makes Me so Pleased,
But I had them now, take it out again.
They held it with ease, and placed it in gold,
In a bowl of ice, so pure and so cold.
They washed it, cleaned it, to shine ever more,
I swear, it’s like, you’re the light of this world.
Be ready, My Love, this is so special,
The steed of Heaven, is waiting for you.
“O Burāq, how dare, you startle My Love?
He is, your most honorable rider.
No Prophet you’ve taken, ever before,
Can match to his pure sandal, on the floor.”
Are you ready My Love, this steed is fast,
I will show you the world, O it’s so vast.
From Makkah, the place, that I know you love,
And The Kaʿbah that I placed from above.
Across the lands, of Arabian sand,
To the place where the fig and olive stand.
Al-Quds, a place, with treasures so secret,
The land of the prophets, awaiting you.
As I took you along, the desert land,
I showed you those actions, I cannot stand.
But also a few, actions I love,
So your people know how I feel — Above.
On the way, you saw, Jinns to the side,
And Dajjāl, the one, with only one eye.
On the side, you did, see Satan as well,
An old lady, in form, calling to Hell.
And also the scent, that made you so pleased,
Here lays the mishāṭah of that Khinzīr.
As well as those, who strive, only for Me,
I let them repeat, to Infinity.
And those, whose heads, are being smashed by rocks,
They skipped My Prayer, and this its cost.
And those who eat, the worst of the foods,
None of their wealth was spent in any good.
Also those who rob, and kill on the road,
And those unable, to fulfill a loan.
Also the preachers, who spoke out of zeal,
Those who regret, their words left unconcealed.
Also those, who deal, with interest — how bad!
But Moses in his grave, praying and glad.
These signs, thirteen, I have shown you now,
Are you ready, now, to enter the town?
My Love, do you see, that wall to the west?
Tie your steed there, O how you are the best.
Enter My Love, let your feet grace this place,
So the winds of al-Quds, can touch your face.
And now, My Love, bow down and pray just two,
Jibrīl will come, and present you with two.
A cup of milk, and a cup of wine,
It was milk you chose, what a choice — so fine!
“You’ve chosen the fiṭrah — way of Islām”
You will always be firm, on Full Īmān.
My Love, on this night, you led The Prophets,
Was it now or later? Only We know.
But for now, Jibrīl, bring him up to Me,
You’re coming to Me! My Shining Nabī!
My Angel, he did, grab your sweet hands,
And took you far above, these earthly lands.
“Open!” he said, at the heaven of low,
“And who art thou, entering this abode?”
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
You then saw a man, off to the side,
Laugh to the right, tears on the other side.
“Who is that?” You asked the Angel of Mine,
“Ādam your father, so greet him,” be kind.
“Welcome my son, you’re the Pious Nabī”,
I laughed to my right — those people, you see?
The people of heaven, good muslimīn.
And for those I cried, they had left the dīn.
My Love, you have, the most perfect Īmān,
Here are five actions, hated in Islām:
These are those, who took the wealth of yatīm,
With lips like camels, they can’t be unseen.
In their hands they hold, fire balls of Hell,
From their mouth to bottom, how do they dwell?
Next are those women, who go to strange men,
Their chests are chained up, what an evil end!
Then those who backbite, eating human flesh,
With brass nails they scratch, their faces and chests.
And then those men, who have fresh cuts of meat,
But they eat dirty chunks, left on the street.
Lastly those, who used, interest in their wealth,
Bellies huge, in the fire, with no health.
My Love, don’t worry, I had to show you that,
So your people can know, how they should act.
But My Love, now, it will only be ease,
As you enter My Gardens — sweetest breeze.
At gate number two, they ask who are you,
My Angel responded, and for you, too.
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
You then saw My Prophets, Jesus and John,
“Give them salām,” before you move along.
“Welcome O Brother, and Pious Nabī,”
They made duʿāʾ for you — how heavenly.
Up and up, at the gates of level three,
My Angel, he did, ask for entry.
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
On the side was Joseph, handsome and glad,
Give him salāms, “Welcome, Marḥabān”.
You did remark, O Beloved of Mine,
“He was given half of beauty,” so fine!
Some people do think, that his beauty is,
Half of all things, made within.
Little do they know — for him is only,
Half of what I’ve Revealead, of Your Beauty!
‘Cause you, My Love, are the light of it all,
All of creation, to Your Feet, they fall.
The Perfect, The Sweet, The One Shining Star,
O Ḥabīb, you are, My Only Manār!
Don’t you see, don’t you see, just look around,
My Gardens of Heaven, not the ground!
Who else have I honored, with such a rank,
Only I, Alone, should you go and thank!
Up and higher, as you reach the fourth sky,
“And who are you?” You can’t enter inside.
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
Here is Idrīs, and you gave him salām,
He made duʿāʾ for you, and oh, how grand!
It is I who raised him, to this high place,
The first one to write, from the human race.
Higher and higher, now at level five,
And who are you, trying to go inside?
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
And here stands Aaron, so do greet him well,
White haired and stunning, so handsome as well.
Welcome and duʿāʾ, he did give to thee,
No one truly knows, your status with Me!
Up and higher, to the gate numbered six,
Who is there? I need to check your ticket.
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
Moses is here, so do give him salām,
You described him: dark, a sturdy built man.
My Love you walked by — he started to cry!
When you saw his tears, you did ask him why.
“A young prophet like you, who came after me,
More of his people, will get ent-ry!”
Nearly here My Love, you are seven high!
I can’t wait for you, to meet Me inside!
The gate keeper did ask, and who are thee?
You must be so special, to get past me.
“It is I, Jibrīl, and with me is he,
Muḥammad — May God Bless him with Mercy.”
“Is it today, that he was called for this?”
“Yes of course!” He’s God’s Prophet of Bliss!
“Welcome and Mercy, for coming to us!”
The gate was opened, without any fuss.
You saw Ibrāhīm, leaning on My House,
Angels so many, they can’t even count!
“O Muḥammad!” he said, “Give them salām,
Tell them that Jannah is empty — qiyʿān!
You must plant and grow, with these words, Divine:
How Perfect is God! There’s no god but Thine!”
Ādam, he did, leave his home in the sky,
My Love, you too, will leave Makkah in time.
Jesus and John, faced the threat of the Jews,
You as well, will have to deal with this news.
The brothers of Joseph, threw him aside,
The same for you, Lā Tathrība, in mind.
Idrīs, We did, raise him ever so high,
But you are higher, O Belov’d of Mine!
Aaron his people, how they did harm him,
And they too will love you, after their sins.
Moses he did, face a lot from his tribe,
You’re the most patient, in My Godly Eyes!
And your father, he is, old and so wise,
You get to make his Ḥajj! That is the prize!
You entered My Heavens, and looked around,
Tents made of pearls, and the musk is the ground.
You saw rivers of water, fresh and pure,
Milk of perfection, and wine to adore.
Pure honey that flows — their buckets inside,
And beautiful birds, with long necks, not wide.
My Love, I have, saved this pond for you!
Kawthar, it is, that I’ve given to you!
A river that has, pure gold to border,
Fine pearls and rubies, it does flow over.
Its smell, it is, like musk, but much sweeter,
Whiter than snow, how can it be cleaner?
You then saw, the maid, of Zayd roam around,
And the “squish” of his sandals, on the ground.
I then brought you, to My House in the sky,
You chose the right drink, you’re so pure inside.
My Angel, he did, then show his true form,
His wings — six hundred, that pearls do adorn.
My Love you’re almost here, what do you see?
Sidrah al-muntahā! A “realmy” tree!
It’s ripe fruits, they are, like clay pots in size,
Its leaves are like elephant ears, so wide!
Two rivers of heaven, and two of land,
What colors you saw! You don’t understand!
The stars in the sky, they go down hawā,
You’re friend has not strayed, nor did he ghawā.
His words are not, of his own will — hawā,
It is only revealed to him — yūḥā.
He was taught by the one, mighty — quwā,
The one of vigor and strength, fastawā.
On the horizon he stood, al-aʿlā,
Then he came down, and near, fatadallā.
He was, with him, like two bows, or adnā,
He revealed to His slave, what He awḥā.
His heart did not lie, from what raʾā,
Are you challenging him — what he yarā?
He then saw him again, two times, ukhrā,
The place where The Tree, is al-Muntahā.
The Gardens they are, so peaceful — maʾwā,
When The Tree was guised, with what does yaghshā.
His eyes did not steer, nor did they ṭaghā,
He then saw, some Signs of his Lord, Kubrā.
My Angel, he was, spread out, out of fear,
You are My Prophet, Beloved and Dear!
The clouds they did, then cover up The Tree,
Now My Angel, he could, no longer see!
My Angel, his job, was to stay behind,
And I brought you closer, to Me, Divine!
You then heard the writing, of The Great Pens,
And to Me, you did, come close and ascend!
“And my Lord, He then, did Reveal to me,
These fifty ṣalāh, you must pray daily!”
Moses then said, “what did He give to you?
Fifty is hard, for your people to do.”
You went back and forth, until I said five,
To ask me again, you did become shy.
But My Love, you are, The Most Special, One,
Five counts as fifty, just make sure they’re done.
I did, add on, the last two — Baqarah,
All of your people, will get maghfirah!
My Love, they will ask, what you saw up here,
Our secret We Keep, special and dear.
No one will know, just how special you are,
In this world of dark, you’re My Shining Star!
I weighed you before, and humanity,
You outdid them all, My Perfect Nabī!
Who before, has crossed The Tree of The Bound?
Only you, My Love, get this Perfect Crown!
O Prophet, you are, to Me al-Ḥabīb,
My Muṣṭafā, My Beloved, Indeed!
We can stay and talk, but you have to guide,
Tell the others, of the treasures inside.
There is a Heaven, awaiting them all,
Just do good deeds, be it consistent—small.
Follow the way, of My Shining Nabī,
The steps that you take, will lead you to Me.
And then My Love, I brought you to the ground,
It’s now time for you, to show them around.
Tell them about, the caravans you saw,
The satchel you drank, and the camel, gone.
The riders they did, come and prove your point,
The pagans of Makkah — disappoint.
You counted for them, the windows and doors,
The tile and ceiling, even the floors!
Are they dumb? Are they blind? Why don’t they see?
That you have never lied, in history!
Again they reject, and mock you, My Love,
I will destroy them, from My Throne, Above.
This Ṣiddīq, is one, honorable man,
On That Day, I will, let him hold, your hand.
Let him know: I won’t, repay in this world,
For him are such things, far better than gold.
Your helper he’ll be, at Paradise Door,
As your Khuddām kiss, your feet on the floor.
In just a few years, we’ll meet again,
Only here will your eyes, truly open.
As you gaze upon Me, The Lord, The Light,
I love you Ḥabīb, so sleep tight, good night.