May 3, 2006

By Imam Abul – Hasan Muhammad al- Bakri (ra)(d 952h) from al- Anwar wa-Misbah al-Surur wal-Afkar wa-Dhikr Nur Muhammad al-Mustafa al Mukhtar (The Lights and Beacon of Happiness and Thoughts and the Commemoration of the Light of the Elect Muhammad Sallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam) and translated by Shaykh Sayyid Muhammad al Yaqoubi al Hassani (May Allah give him a long life Ameen ) in a flight from London to San Francisco in June 2000. The Qasida appeared in the Q News Rabi ul Awal edition a couple of years ago and is also in the following book by Shaykh G F Haddad

No Mercy that Allah has sent or will send,
none that may ascend; descend or transcend

In the realm of Allah or in His Sovereignty,
Whether it is specific or comes in totality,

Except that Taha , His Servant, the elect,
His Prophet, the Preferred whom he verily has sent

Is certainly the means of it as well as a source,
A fact that every man through reason can course.

So beseech him always for everything you need,
For he is the Shafi' who accepts all who plead.

Take shelter in Him from all distress,
For safety is he always as well as fortress.

Put down the loads of hope at him there;
He is the refuge the one who will bear

In a state of hardship when calamities befall,
Do not despair and upon him call

O most Esteemed of what Allah did create,
And the best by whom to Him we supplicate.

How many a time you removed grave grief,
And this is what afflicted me again, in brief.

More helpless than me none did ever exist:
What strength do I have or stamina to persist ?

By him who made you in the world sublime
And raised you to a rank no one can climb

Disencumber me of all hardships and pain;
Whom do I solicit if you desist or refrain?

At loss am I ; my patience is gone.
I have not a clue of what next is to be done

You are the door to Allah; whoever finds a way
to travel without you will surely be turned away.

Prayers on you as the winds of the north
Swiftly shake hand with the flowers that come forth

With Salam from Allah as the scent of the Houses
Smells sweet, and the fragrance of incense arises

With the Family, the companions so long as a pigeon
Whose twig is succulent coos loudly in the region.


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