حضور رسالت مآب ميں

When I felt this ignoble strife of the world grievous; packing up my goods and chattel I departed from the world.

Though I did pass life within limits of morning and evening; I never got acquainted with the old system of the world.

The angles took me to the assembly of the Holy Prophet (S.A.W.): They took me to the audience of the symbol of God’s Mercy.

The Holy Prophet said ‘O nightingale of the garden of Hijaz! Each flower-bud of yours is melted with your music’s warmth.

Your heart is always ecstatic with the wine-cup of God’s proximity; your supplication is the envy of prostrations in Divine Love.

In your flight from the lowly world to the celestial world; the angels taught you the elegance of the flight.

You have come like fragrance out of the world’s garden with what gift for me have come you?’

‘Sir! Satisfaction on the earth is not available; the life I am searching for is not available.

Thousands of tulips and roses exist in the garden of existence; the flower-bud with the fragrance of fidelity is not available.

But I have brought a lover’s wine-glass as an offering; whatever is in this even in paradise is not available.

Glistens your Ummah’s honour in this; blood of Tripoli’s martyrs is in this.’