The Creator chose Meem
Sallallahu alaihi wa sallam
To inaugurate his ‘kun’
Mustafa into the world arrived
‘Fa Yakun’ has since continued
Mustafa is the ‘Bismi’
To whom all owe praise
All praise to the Merciful Him
Into this cosmos was sent Meem
All praise to the Mighty Him-
Earth so blessed, rest not
All praise to the Wise Him-
Adam’s race chosen, rest not
The world remains alive
As far as sounded is his name
Seasons come and go
His thoughts still glow
O my leader!
My savior
My love
My…
Praising you is my only means
To stay clean from inhuman stains
O Gem of this cosmos
O fragrance of Paradise
Help me, O Beloved
To describe your own greatness
I have no more words
Nor any apt lines
To perfect you praise
I undergo numerous pains
I wish to do justice
To your magnificence
O Beloved!
I wish not everyone know
The love for you I show
I play hide and seek
Such my love not leak
Yet how can I conceal
The thrill of you I feel
Your love is like musk
Its smell spreads fire-like
I have a wretched soul
I live in total disorder
I want to cry
In your love I die
Make me of your clan
May I become human
O Muhammad!
Into this world
I would not have been born
This cosmos with you
Lord did not adorn
March 30 2007
(On the eve of Milad Nabi)
