A wanderer in search for the Palace of My Majesty

The Sun veils behind the night, like a bride in veil, from the illumination of the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The stars fall down, as moths yearning to kiss the radiating dome of the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The waves of zephyr, is but the dance of angels, chanting in His praise, at the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The sky curves low at the horizon, as to bow down, prostrating, to the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The sand as antimony for the merchants, who are the beggers at the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], The creation is in oblivion of love, to have a glimpse of the heart-healing Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam], Oh my Pen! write not the flame of my heart, for I still remain the sinning wanderer in search for the Palace of My Majesty [sallallahu alayhi wasallam]!

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I am sinful, I am disobedient, but i still belong to You [s.a.w]

Written By: Hadrat Maulana Qasim Nanotvi. This poem was taken from: http://www.tasawwuf.org/ Musa [a.s] was desirous to see Allah [Subhanahu Wa-Ta'ala] But Allah [Subhanahu Wa-Ta'ala] was desirous to see You. How can Tur Sina compare to Miraj? How can earth compare to the heavens? How can Yusuf's [a.s] beauty compare to yours? He was the beloved of Zulaikha, You are the Beloved of Allah [Subhanahu Wa-Ta'ala] Veiled in the secret of humanity is your flaweless beauty Unknown to all that you are the part of the beauty of Allah [Subhanahu Wa-Ta'ala] Prophets and Angels cannot claim the same nearness as you, You are the Beloved of Allah [Subhanahu Wa-Ta'ala] the Proud. Everyone else is an outsider. Many a times the Moon has tried to rival your beauty, But never could it present a splendour close to yours. How can I boast affiliation to you? I am unclean as you are pure and chaste. I would not be suprised if for your sake The sins of your nation are counted as acts of obedience, The crimes of your nation are considered so precious, The least of your nation be showered with a thousand blessings, Depending on your intercession my rebelliousness increased, I am sinful, disobedient, but I still belong to You!

Once Again

This poem is compiled by: Hadrat Maulana Mufti Muhammad Shaafi and was taken from http://www.tasawwuf.org/ Once again the Dome of Masjid Nabawi is infront of my eyes. Once again my feet are honoured to step into the house of the Prophet [Sallallahu Alayhi Wassallam].

Once again my head bows down at your feet. Is this the dome of Masjid Nabawi or the Miracle at Tur? The heart is filled with disire and the eye is tearful. Once again i have been honoured the guradianship of your house. There is no more fear, there is no more sorrow. These are all the favours of the Messenger of Allah [Sallallahu Alayhi Wassallam] Even one as worthless as I become a shining star, See the status of the slaves of the Messenger of Allah [Sallallahu Alayhi Wassallam]. Even if every part of my body acquired a grateful tongue, The praise will never match your favours. He is the Mercy for the worlds, He is the king of all creation. He is the Master of the Muslim Nation. The heart is restless to write the praise of the Messenger of Allah [Sallallahu Alayhi Wassallam], But i am in such awe i cannot find the words.

Har Waqt Tasawwur Mein Madinay Ki Gali Ho

Below you will find some of the translated verses of a Naat called Har Waqt Tassawwur Mein Madiney Ki Gali Ho. You may listen to the whole naat in the Media Player whom is recited by Al Haj Owais Raza Qadri.

Har waqt Tasawwur mein Madiney ki gali ho, Aur yaad Muhammad ki mere dil mein basi ho.

Every moment all I see is Madinah and the alley is where I am,

And a thought only of Muhammad in my heart that’s enough for me.

Ai kaash! Madinay mein mujhe maut yoon aajae,

Qadmaun mein Tere sar ho meri ruh chali ho,

O Creator in Madinah let me meet my end,

On that ground with my head bowed down separate my body from my soul.

Jis waqt nakirein meri qabr mein aaein,

Us waqt mere lab pe saji Naat-e-Nabi ho,

At that time when the Angels come to question me in my grave, At that time on my lips will shine only words of praise of the Beloved, [Sallallahu Alayhi Wassallam] AQA ka gada hoon ai jahan'nam tu bhi sunle, Woh kaise jalay jo ke ghulam-e-Madani ho.

Of my Master I am a servant O fire of hell u too listen well, How will he burn if he is serving [lover of] Madani.

[Taken from the Minhaj Ul Qur`an MSN group]