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| POEMS on the Hajj |
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| jannah |
| 01/15/03 at 01:46:46 |
| Here's one: The Hajj Dear reader! Lend to me your ear Words important you must hear Hasten to perform this deed Be the first to take the lead You know not when health may fail From strong and brave, to weak and pale You know not when wealth could flee From rich in pocket, then empty You realise not when youth expires Once a kid and then retired! Neither do we use free time But waste it all - O such a crime! And hidden is the moment when Allaah decrees our life to end So reader! Take a lesson here Prepare yourself, and Allaah fear A glorious duty known to all It melts your heart and teardrops fall! For one who's been, what can be told? No words can tell what you behold! But of a feeling, this I know Those true to Allaah yearn to go So come! Arise from slumber, rest Be gathered there from East and West So come dear Muslims! From near and far To Makkah go As guests of Allaah! [By Ayesha Bint Mahmood] |
| Re: POEMS on the Hajj |
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| Kathy |
| 01/15/03 at 07:52:58 |
| [slm] Anyone have a good one for my Christian Group presentation, one I could use as a handout? |
| Re: POEMS on the Hajj |
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| jannah |
| 01/21/03 at 15:06:23 |
| Hajj Waiting By Anonymous As the crowd surrounds you, Welcoming you from Hajj, I stay in my place, sullen and silent, Quietly thinking I do not budge. Do not tell me of your visit, How it was, how it went, Stronger hearts than mine Have wept over time. Do not tell me of the noor Eminating in your chest, Of the peace in your heart, Of the content in your being. My longing eyes lie on the road On which one day I will set travel, On a journey of a lifetime If I am able. I await my invitation Of the chance to fall on my face At your presence, Of the chance to be covered in your grace. I imagine all beings will be at peace then. "Labbayk Ya Allah," I will say And the birds will join me And I know we share a secret as I throw some food their way. I imagine the white faces of heaven's keepers All in sajdah at your Bait, I imagine exchanging comforting smiles with others, A feeling we both will not be able to state. Would I be lucky enough to walk In Muhammad's footsteps? To set my soles on the burning desert That was so unkind, so heartless? But I will be lonely there. I will miss my Rasool, how can I bear The city without him? Will I survive it? And what of Bilal and Umar and Abu Bakr And Uthman and Aisha and Khadija? Will I not meet them, remind them of their great doings, And tell them their effects on me? I will frantically search for Rasool, Standing on a mountain, speaking With his companions in a circle, Who will be mesmerized as they strive to catch each word. I will desparately look for him In the masjid, Joking with Ali And consulting with Khalid and Ibn Masud. And when I clench the walls Of Your House, these weak eyes will be Fortified with noor and years of draught Will end with plentiful rainfall. And what of my return? Will my lowered neck ever Arise again, In time to leave back to my ignorance? Ya Allah, will you let me return to Ignorance after Islam? No, no, I know you will be with me, I will Be coming home with you. Will my ears ever stop hearing The echoes of Allahu Akbar? Will my eyes ever see beauty again After seeing your Rahmat? And on the ride back, at night, I will send peace on Rasool (s), His family, His companions, And wish to see them all some time soon. What a smile I will bear On my face When I leave your home, Knowing that sin now leaves no trace! My heart will be heavy but I will promise To return, Now that we will have become friends I will always see you when I close my eyes. I arise from my seat, gathering my thoughts, Wiping my tears, I get up to welcome Our newest Haaji. Another year gone by, I still await my rebirth. **************************************** Hajj Saba Anwar Many years ago, a Prophet had a dream, He saw it three times, did Prophet Ibrahim. He dreamt he was sacrificing his beloved son, A son born in his old age, and his only one! The apple of his eye, surely was he, But under a knife, how could that be? He pondered and prayed, what should he do? Was it a message from God, If only he knew! So he turned to his son, and told him all, About God's command, and about Allah's call. Prophet Ismail stood up, so brave was he, And told his dad, to do what was meant to be. "You'll find me willing to go under the knife; If that's God's will, I'll sacrifice my life." "Oh dad don't fear, this is a test from your Rab, To see if you'll give up, that which you love. So take this cloth and tie it a round your eyes, I'll wear one too, to not see the knife." So Prophet Ibrahim got ready for the slaying, Sharpened his knife, all the while praying, That Allah would accept this noble deed, And strengthen his faith in the Islamic creed. As he drew the knife across, doing what was right, He looked down and saw to his delight, Instead of his son, in his place, A ram was being slaughtered, by Allah's Grace! Now during Hajj, the blessed pilgrimage, We remember the action of this great sage. We read takbirs and say "Labaik", "God, we're present, all the time, for your sake!" ***************************************** Daddy has gone to Hajj Hurrah! Our Daddy has gone to Hajj Prayers and Tawaf will purge his soul "Help the others!" will be his role Our father will wash off ahl his sins When With Zam Zam he'll wet his limbs Uttering "Labbaik Allahumma Labbaik" He'll appear before the greatest Judge Hurrah! Our Daddy has gone to Hajj **************************************************** To Allah's Arafat by the Prince of Poets, Ahmad Shawqi: To Allah's Arafat O blessed visitor, Allah's greeting on you in Arafat And on the day you turned towards the House, with joy and happiness On Hijaz Horizon's are Angles, conveying Allah's greetings and blessing. The Cameleer's sing of King's white camels for you in the desert And on the door Gabriel standing holding in his palm Allah's message of merciful grants, And in eminent Ka'aba there is an ample corner filled with followers, a corner for the modest, And the Ka'aba waterspout did not spill, but flooded with rewards and blessing, And Zamzam running between your eyes of springs of the sweet Kawther, Throwing Satan with stones and burn, and the odious will suffer in hell. The Prophet greeting you from bedfellow, and knows how many obstacles you handled, And praised by wise men for your deeds, and many attributes of goodness, And those you gathered, O Allah, of pilgrims on house and roads of purity, And I perceive people of all types and all regions end up in front of you after estrange and division, And be equal and all be descent from lineages front of you where no destines are different, Shining as full moon and high in the sky as a star, and heads lowering in justice at each prayer. And Oh Allah hadn't you facilitated a good servant's camel, it wouldn't have been obedient, And Oh Allah, cars and planes approach the faraway place. And witness that I never harmed a soul and never mistreated a person in public or private And was not overwhelmed by misery or happiness over wisdom and patience given to me And did pass through my mind all goodness on the gate of good desires And I became like Jesus in compassion with the envies and asked Allah forgiveness for my enemies. And there is none like me in his country's passion showing in my deeds and actions And I am though not showing pride for my submission, and glorifying value of my duties Exaggerating it although it is justice and mercy that hermits leave in their solitude and retreat And you are Master of remission, so wipe out with forgiveness all written in my paper And he who the world smiles for and turns arrogant will die as a man who dies by the smile of a fair woman And a convey of white footed horses drawing like time of honourable cortege with arrogant walk Walking on land brought the best nation under the inspiration sky and chapters. Be wetted by blessing in reversion and be west by safety in departure, If you visit Mohammed's grave my Lord and kiss the grave of the great Prophet. And if with your tears pours out reverence to Ahmad between the wrap and the rooms Lights shine under mountain passes, and perishes the fragrance under each stone, To shine Allah's religion over all the caravan and building edifice of glory. Say to the Prophet O greatest Prophet, I will convey to you my sorrow Your people in east and west of the World are like the Cave People in eternal slumber On their right hand two eruptions: Qura'n and Sunna so why are they in darkness And their past full of glory and honour; so why not work for the future And this is time where land and sky are the fields for courageous and daring People walked on the sky and built battleship high in castles So utter: O Allah, guide to greatness my people, grace them with actions and purposes. *********************************************** The following poem was written by Abu Abdullah Al Hamidi, and recited by others: My heart longs for Hijaz Land and I yearn for Makka And I have a hope elevated with my determination to the eminent of the best land. In it is the Ka'aba of Allah and around it, circuited by worshippers of the best human kind To carry out Allah's obligation in making Hajj with true faith and best food, To circuit Ka'aba as the Prophet did, circuiting of compliant not devotion And to be directed to the Yemeni corner following Prophet's practices and submission to the guide, And kneel facing the sanctuary for prayer, devoting it to the day of judgement And come to Muna to expectorate, which completes my Hajj and guide And I wish I came close to Makka Mountains and stayed in a precious valley. If only I could quench my thirst with Zamzam water, believing in all my heart as guidance, And I wish I visited the Prophet's grave, to heal my heart by greeting him. My Hajj - ( Mumtaz M.Khaki -Mombasa, Kenya) MY HAJJM any a year, how I wished I could go, Y et every time, I was asked to have patience so. H ark ! Finally, the call has come for me, A lmighty Allah has chosen this year for my hajj to be. J oyfully I reply, " Labbaik, my Master ", J ust as You commanded, I faithfully answer. T here is excitement in my every action, H appily, I prepare for the journey ahead, E ndlessly thinking of my Holy destination. U ntil I reach, there is restlessness in my heart, L ove for the Lord threatens to overcome me, in part. T hen finally the day, the time, has come to be, I am there, blessed with the sight - the Ka'aba in all it's glory. M oved to tears, overcome with inexpressable feeling, A ll is gone from the mind save the awe of just? being. T here is no way I can even remember what I wished to say. E ntering the Haram, tears rolling down, "Labbaik", is all I can say J oined as one, mankind, just following the command of Allah, O ver the days, all go from the plains of Arafah to Muzdalifa. U nder the skies I contemplate, Who am I and What do I want to be ? R eaching Mina, by throwing the stones, N ow I feel cleansed of sin - just like a new-born baby, E ternal thanks I give, to the Creator who showed me the way, Y esss !! This is true HAJJ ! - and this time I've done it - finally !!!! ****************************************************** Hajj by Abdullahi six years in the life of. . . labor painful- waiting to be born and finally making my exit through the entrance- i went to the center of it all y'all and joined creation in cosmic circumambulation around "unity square" and now inward and onward i trek trek trek. One Creator, one creation, one hue-man family, one humane family. yearning, learning the secret of my self, the secret of we. cold, old sweat turning into tears, "swimming anyone?" ("sure!") "then dive into the ocean of your heart." but first, surrender and be safe from the nothingness of other-than-Him. i have returned to us a disbeliever in disbelief. i'm back, black, and blue over you. "got some change brotha? "or are you is as you was?" before the then and now before the sun sang its song before a time when time was not money and money was real and real was that and that was it. ***************************************************** The Hajj - The Journey, by Imam Ibn al-Qayyim al-Jawziyyah By Him whose House the loving pilgrims visit, Responding with ihram at the appointed limit, Uncovering their heads in total humility Before One to Whom faces bow in servility. They exclaim in the valleys, "We have responded to You - All Praise is Yours, and Kingdom too!" He invited and they answered, with love and pleasure; When they called upon Him, nearer came the Divine treasure. You see them on their mounts, hair dusty and dishevelled, Yet never more content, never happier have they felt; Leaving homelands and families due to holy yearning, Unmoved are they by temptations of returning. Through plains and valleys, from near and far, Walking and riding, in submission to Allah. At the Ka'bah When they see His House - that magnificent sight For which the hearts of all creatures are set alight - It seems they've never felt tired before, For their discomfort and hardship is no more. Now the eye of the Lover drowns in its streams, It sees through its tears the goal of its dreams; Now for Allah, how many tears are issued, Each one being followed by a multitude? When the eye perceives the House, its darkness clears, And from the sorrowful heart, pain disappears; Vision cannot encompass this beautiful sight: Each glance returns with greater delight! No wonder at this, for when the Merciful preferred The House for Himself, it became most honoured. He clothed it in Majesty, a magnificent garment; Embroidered it with Beauty, a wonderful ornament! The hearts all love the House therefore, Awed and humbled, in respect and honour. 'Arafat Now to 'Arafat, hoping for Mercy and Forgiveness From the One overflowing with Generosity and Kindness; Now for Allah is that Magnificent Standing Like, though lesser than, the Day of Reckoning. The Irresistible draws near, His Majesty manifest, Boasting to His angels, for He is the Mightiest, "My slaves have come to Me so lovingly, I'll be Generous and Merciful, willingly. I have forgiven their sins, - to this you are witness - Fulfilled their hopes, and showered them with goodness." So joyous news! O people of that standing, When sins are forgiven and Mercy is spreading; How many slaves are set completely free? Whilst others seek a cure, and heal will He. Now Satan is never known to lose such face: He's blameworthy, rejected, in utter disgrace. For he sees a matter that enrage him must: He flees, slaps his face and covers it in dust! Such Forgiveness he never did see As granted by the Lord, and such Mercy! He built his edifice from every temptation available Till he thought it was complete, unassailable; Then Allah struck his building at its very foundation, So it fell upon him, tumbling in devastation; What worth has his structure, this evil ploy, That he does build, and the Lord does destroy? Muzdalifah & Mina Now to Muzdalifah, to spend the night In the Sacred Area, then Prayer at first light; Now on to the Great Pillar, which they need To stone at the time of the Prayer of 'Id; Now to their tents for the sacrifice prepared, Reviving the tradition of a Father revered. If sacrificing themselves were Allah's demand, They would respond, submitting to the command; Just as they'd expose their necks in Jihad To Allah's enemies, till these stream with blood; They discipline themselves, presenting the head for a shave: Bringing humility and happiness to the obedient slave. The Tawaf of Ifadah/Ziyarah So when they've removed those natural growths, Completed their rites, and fulfilled their oaths, He invites them again to visit His House: What honour and welcome this visit allows! By Allah, they visit it in so much splendour, Receiving their rewards and plenty of honour; There Allah bestows Grace, Favour and Kindness, Showing Generosity, Mercy and Forgiveness. Mina Then they return to Mina, each to his tent, Every minute wish is granted, and they are content; They stay there a day, then another, then a third, They're allowed to depart early, but to stay is preferred; They stone the pillars daily after the sun's decline, With a slogan of Takbir in the presence of the Divine! If only you could see their standing there: Palms outstretched, hoping for Mercy's share! "O Lord! O Lord! Knowing as You do That we hope for no-one, only You! Then grant our wish, O You All-Knowing, We pray for Your Mercy overflowing." The Farewell Tawaf When they've achieved at Mina all their gains, Once more they fill the valleys and plains: To the Ka'bah, the Sacred House, by the end of the day, To circle it seven times, and then to Pray. When departure nears and they are certain That the bond of proximity is about to loosen, There's only a last stand for a final farewell: Now for Allah are the eyes that swell, And for Allah are the heavy hearts that turn Into cauldrons of desire where fire does burn; And the passionate sighs whose heat so vigorous Nearly melts the Lover, ecstatic, rapturous! Now you see those bewildered, perplexed in the throng, Whilst others chant their sorrowful song: "I depart, but there remains for You my yearning, My fire of grief is raging and burning; I bid farewell, but longing pulls my reins - My heart is encamped in Your eternal plains!" No blame today for saying what you feel: No blame for expressing what you used to conceal! |
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