Mawlid
Tis the Month of the Blessed mawlid-shareef
Creation breathes a sigh of relief
I hear the cries of joy from every leaf
For herein was born creation's chief
Angels smile and send salutations
Humans rejoice in all locations
Our mosques resound with our elations
He has brought relief to humanity's frustrations
He was born the purest of the pure,
His lineage kept from illicitness secure,
His name unique, throughout eternity shall endure,
Taken to the divine presence on the mi'raaj- heaven's tour.
Moses could not bear to see the Divine,
Such honour in this world only To Muhammad(saw) did Allah assign,
The Buraq came and even it from his majesty trembled
But before his amazing beauty even it was humbled
Oh Muhammad, Your fragrance fills every rose
Peace be upon you every time a gust of wind to madeena blows
From this poor beggar who knows not how to poetry compose
But even I from England can sense the noor'muhammadi's glows
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