Beloved of God, your beauty is known,
But how many a time, you were pelted—
By stone, cussed at and cursed, pushed, shoved and thrown.
But day after day, you wished their hearts melted,
Despite the fact they made hate for you grown.
You tried to tell them— You're being tested,
But they chose to kick you out of your home,
Though you had no reason to be detested.
You cried and pleaded— My people, please believe,
I worry for you, of punishment near,
And run from Satan, for he will deceive,
My people my people, please start to fear,
The One and Only God, can you conceive?
When they responded with more hate and anger,
Threatening you, putting your life in danger.
You answered without any hint of rancor,
Being merciful and patient— true victor.
This pain, O Messenger, why did you endure?
So your words reach me, and I enter Islam.
And with your guidance, I can become pure,
Learning about you, increase my Imān,
Success in both worlds, by you I secure,
Copying your life, I gain more Iḥsān.
Obeying you is how I gain God's Pleasure,
Following the Sunnah, I keep it tight.
Copying your life, one filled with treasure,
Everything about you is filled with light.
Imitating your looks, I do endeavor,
O Perfect of Face, it shines ever bright.
By character thine, actions I measure,
If they fall in line, then I know them right.
Day and night, O Prophet, you prayed and cried,
Begg'ng to your God, Most High, to keep us safe.
Until your feet would swell, this much you tried.
My Lord, My Lord, please guide them with Your Grace.
Everyday you worried, until you died.
Yet still, weekly, you see my sinning face,
I tell you I wanted to stop— I strived!
You ask God to forgive me with such haste.
What words from you, a man who never lied,
Before your Lord, how can they go to waste?
They ask me, confused, why I praise you so,
But they don't know how much you did for me.
Praying and praying that I don't let go,
Your puddles of tears in sand, they don't see,
How you'd beg your God, with your head hung low.
Lord, My Lord, for them, let me intercede!
Their sins, piled high, like a mountain of snow.
“Sallim! Sallim! For my Ummah I plead.”
Your Blessings and Mercy, My Lord, do show,
And please, I cry, let them follow my Creed.
I'm worried, I'm worried, my tears overflow,
They're weak, My Lord, Your Forgiveness, they need.
They fear of the day the trumpet will blow,
As they stand before You, a day decreed.
The day You Promised, my status will show,
Please, by my intercession, make them freed.
Your Mercy is such, that no one can know,
Over the path— I cry— let them proceed!
By my name— I beg— let their good deeds grow!
They struggled, My Lord, they tried to pay heed,
My Ummah! Their effort, please don't forgo.
You said about me, in Your Book, indeed:
"You're killing yourself over them, What Woe!"
Have Mercy on them, don't leave me bereaved!
Who is Our Prophet talking about?
People! He's talking about you and I!
Remember when he said— and have no doubt:
"I wish to meet those com'ing after I die,
Light from their Wuḍūʾ beams out like a shout,
My basin! My pool! To them I shall cry,
But I will be told, they weren't devout.""Brothers! My Brothers! I wish to be nigh!
They b'lieved in me, by only word of mouth!"
Not once did they see, how for them, I cried,
Crying endlessly, yet never a drought.
For me and for you, this is why he strived!
So we— his Ummah— from Hell, we stay out.
In lusc'ous groves, in his lap I wish to lie.
Your beauty, perfect, I cannot describe.
But your way is true, this world is a lie,
You taught me how to, in this world, survive.
How to eat and drink, and my car, to drive.
Res'pect when talking and dealing with my tribe,
And my manners— that I shall never spy.
That for works of good, I should run and strive,
And even with my enemies— ne'er pry.
Ev'n what I'm to do, with this hand of five!
To start with my right, and be honest—shy.
For me, for me, for me, you did all this.
In return, I can only do one thing...
O God'ly Lord of Muddaththir, Muzzammil,
Bless him, Lord, like you've never blessed before.
Grace him with Your Perfect Mercy and Love,
Until You, O Infinite Lord, are pleased...