In this poem, Barakah Blue beautifully and lovingly discusses the tears of the Prophet (peace be upon him), his supplication, his weeping, his sleep, his humble bed and other pearls.
Published on Sep 19, 2012 by MOTIVE ISLAM
Credit to Motive Islam, Celebrate Mercy and Baraka Blue
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Poem 'Beloved' from Imam Ghazali's Ihya Uloom Id-deen on the character of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him)
Beloved
Ihya Uloom Id-deen
Imam Ghazali
Can you imagine one who was the gentlest of men
while being the most brave and just of all who've been
one who conquered all desires of self that make men weak
who granted all who asked him precisely what they seek
whom only jewels poured out his mouth whenever he would speak
who was the gem amongst the stones of men who shined unique
a selflessness and generosity that some would say
was merely myth until they'd seen one of the lovers of his way
who used to mend his sandals, used to patch his clothes
who used to serve his family whenever he was home
who had a noble shyness, not gazing long upon a face
who honored all he ever met, be he king or be he slave
who always felt himself at home the most among the poor
who never angered for himself but only for his Lord
always just, always truthful, conscious of the One
even if it brought discomfort to himself and those he loved
a satiated stomach his whole life was rarely felt
not due to poverty but preference of others to himself
who knew the time of day by sun, the direction by the stars
who'd walk amongst his enemies without a single guard
devoid of any trace of self, just humble and serene
eloquent but not verbose, just precisely what he means
whom all within his company felt light and sacred cheer
whom there was not a thing within creation that he feared
who loved to play with children and run races with his wives
who'd join the festivities and honor customs of all tribes
when people yelled and lost their cool around him he was calm
who asked forgiveness for his enemies even as they did him wrong
who kept a goat he'd milk himself for people in his house
whose wives when asked about him said, "he was the perfect spouse"
who never looked down on a pauper or flattered once a prince
who called every soul unto the One without even a flinch
every single gorgeous trait of character he had
of noble lineage yet he was the orphan of his clan
one imbued with wisdom and piercing inner sight
yet he was the unlettered one who'd neither read nor write
all knowledge and trait of character unflawed
were placed inside his very being directly by Allah
the way to salvation and triumph after death
to detachment and joy in life with each and every breathe
to walk the righteous path and never falter come what may
and may Allah give us success in following his way
they call him al-Amin, the trustworthy, the honest
and I call him beloved, my master Muhammad
(May God shower peace and blessings upon him)
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