O’ My Lord Merciful,
Bring upon me life, blissful,
In gratitude, I am thankful,
For decades spend, wonderful.
It is very still, very quiet,
The breeze is frozen,
In silence waves are lapping,
In darkness, they whisper, Praises.
Only the truncated Moon,
Like the date- palm sheath,
Is mocking in silence,
The deeds of yesterday.
The millions years old starlight,
Dawns now upon my eyes,
Fresh, bright, and luminous
It twinkles upon the wrinkled life.
My Lord, there is none between us,
I am alone in this negritude darkness,
With only the moon, stars, to accompany,
My hands raised in Thy Praise.
The birds shall chirp in, but
Few hours more, The majestic Sun,
Will crack the darkness with its beams,
The moon, the stars, will wither humble.
In these moments of queititude,
Let the heavens bear witness
To the countless Salutations,
In conjunction, made, with Stars numerous.
A Mercy for mankind, Thou blessed upon,
A Prophet, The Last One,
As a design of Thy Mercifulness,
Beloved beyond parents, more, still more,
In a while, Mother will rise,
From sleep eternal, climb she will,
For Praising Thee, upon, the takht,
In Prostration, her eyes will, wet the mat.
The teardrops of submission,
An expression sublime,
From the prism, studded in the Rosary,
She shall in glee, view Kabba in Mecca.
Lying at her feet, I shall, draw,
And play, with her rosary, and veil
Undisturbed, the invocations, unceasing,
Continue to knock upon my eardrums.
Just as her prayers are absorbed,
There is mellifluous cry of Recitation,
That awakens my attention, to witness,
Upon another takht, our father.
His swinging back and forth,
In rthymn with the Verses,
I lie looking up at the skylarks,
Resting in the loving cradle of his lap.
O’ my Lord Merciful,
Bless my Parents, who, from
Eternity rise to Praise Thee,
In stunning silence, I beseech Thee.
The night is being outstripped,
The dawn is unveiling the darkness,
I raise, before Thee, my pleas,
For the Beloved Prophet, to accept,
And give refuge near to himself (pbuh).
Ameen.
Sirajuddin Aziz
Karachi
