Sufyan ibn Wakee' narrated: Jumai' ibn Umar ibn Abd al-Rahman al-'Ijli narrated to us, dictating it to us from his book.

He said: A man from Banu Tamim, from the descendants of Abu Hala, the husband of Khadija, whose nickname is Abu Abdullah, informed me,

On the authority of a son of Abu Hala, Al-Hasan ibn 'Ali (may Allah be well pleased with him and his father) said "My maternal aunt Hind asked the son of Abu Hala,

who was a describer of the finery of Allah's Messenger (Allah bless him and give him peace), to describe something of it that would be of interest to me,

So he said: Allah's Messenger (Allah bless him and give him peace) was an honored dignitary, whose face shone with the radiance of the moon on the night of the full moon.

He was taller than medium-sized, and shorter than the slender giant. His head was grand and impressive, with loosely curled hair. If his forelock became divided, he would part it.

Otherwise his hair would not cross over his earlobes, and he would let it grow plentiful and long. He was bright of color, broad of forehead, endowed with arched eyebrows, perfect without being conjoined,

He had a vein there which throbbed when he was angry. He had a long nose [aquiline] with a line of light over it which someone might unthinkingly take to be his nose.

His beard was thick and full. He had black eyes, firm and high cheeks, a wide mouth and white teeth with slight gaps [between his front teeth]. The hair of his chest formed a fine line.

It was as if his neck were the neck of a statue shaped in pure silver. His physique was finely balanced [in perfect harmony and proportion]. His body was firm and full. His belly and chest were equal in size

There is no god but Allah, there is no god but Allah

There is no god but Allah, O Unique, O Self-Sufficient

I wore the garment of hope, while people were asleep.

And I complained to my masters about what I find

And with the two sleeping ones and the two blind ones, our role models

And with Al-Hassan and Al-Hussain, be our support.

I complain to you about things that you know

I have no patience or endurance to bear it

Then prayers be upon the chosen one, our intercessor.

On a day when neither parent nor child will be of any benefit.

So do not send her back disappointed, O Lord.

Your sea of generosity quenches the thirst of all who come to it.

Then prayers be upon the guide and his family

Muhammad al-Mustafa, there is no one like him

There is no god but Allah There is no god but Allah

There is no god but Allah, from Allah we hope for forgiveness

You must fear God in secret and in public.

And cleanse your heart from filth and dirt

Pray with a present heart, not heedless.

And do not let the remembrance of Allah distract you from the graves and the shrouds.

This world is not a place of residence.

It is just like the road to home

Oh God, treat us with kindness and suffice us

With your generosity, protect us from deviation and temptations.

May God grant success, guide and make all of us righteous

According to the Sunnah of the best of creation and the good master

May the peace and blessings of God be upon him.

Peace and blessings be upon him until the end of time

My Lord is enough for me. Glory be to Allah!

There is no God but Allah, Muhammed is the Messenger of Allah

Take us to the door of our Master, the Generous, who will not forget us.

And we believe in what came to us. He is the truthful one, the Messenger of Allah.

Muhammad said: O my Lord, a question for my nation after me

Forgive them their sins, for Allah is the Forgiver of sins.

Muhammad is the most beautiful of all the beautiful ones. He split the moon in two.

He ascended on Monday night to the green heaven and the throne of Allah.

May Allah bless the guide Muhammad, the inhabitant of the valley.

I asked Allah to have mercy on us for your sake, O beloved of Allah.

O God, bless Muhammad

O God, bless him and grant him peace

In the love of our master Muhammad

A light for the full moon of guidance

My heart yearns for Muhammad

He is still infatuated with his ecstasy

There is no one who loves me, but Muhammad

The best of messengers, the honored prophets

The lover's longing for Muhammad

He destroyed it and then became infatuated with it

On the day of Judgement, our intercessor is Muhammad

The savior of creation from Hell

The birth of our master Muhammad

Umm al-Qura (Makkah) is a great city

Muhammad revived the darkness of time

His Master handed him over and spoke to him

All praise be to Allah, the Creator of mankind from nothingness

Praise be to the one who was chosen by Allah since eternity

My master, bless and salute always and for evermore

Your most beloved, creation's greatest entirely

Is it from thinking of neighbors past in Dhu Selemi

That you have mixed blood in tears that flow from eyes steadily?

Or blowing of wind from the direction of Kazimah,

And lightning flashing from Idum in the dark that you see?

So what is wrong with your eyes: when you say "Stop!" they just weep?

And with your heart: when you say, "Be sane!" it acts crazily?

Does one so lovestruck imagine love is concealable,

Between a downpour from it and being so fiery?

If not for passion, you would have never burst into tears

At the remains, nor lost sleep over the mount or the tree.

So how do you still deny a love to which testified

Against you true witnesses of tears and infirmity;

When grief has fixed on your cheeks canals of tears and malaise

Like branches of dogwood, red, and daffodils, yellowy?

Yes, sights of my love have come at night and kept me awake;

How love repels all delights and comforts with agony!

You critic of love so passionate, an apology

From me to you—but if you were true, you'd not censure me.

May you be spared what I bear—my secret isn't concealed

From haters, nor is there any end to my malady.

You've offered me true advice, but simply, I hear it not;

The lover is deaf to all of those who speak critically.

I've even doubted gray hair's advice when it censures me;

Although gray hair with advice is less in dubiety.

My evil ego, in its stupidity, paid no heed

To all the warning of graying hair and seniority.

And hasn't set out a spread of pleasing actions to host

A guest who showed at my head, bereft of timidity.

And had I known that I'd fail to honor him, I'd have hid-

-den using hair colorant his first appearance to me.

Who's there for me to control the fight of its wandering—

Just as a bit bridles horses in their obstinacy?

So do not count on offenses to get rid of its lust;

Food only intensifies the craving of gluttony.

The ego is like a baby: leave it and it grows up

In love with suckling; but wean it, and it's weaned finally.

So fight its whim, and beware of giving power to it;

When whim's empowered, it kills or damages markedly.

And shepherd it carefully as it is grazing in deeds;

And if the pasture you find it fancies, don't let it be.

How many times it's convinced a man of killer delights—

While blind to the poison in the gravy so savory!

Beware the ambush of being hungry and being full;

Starvation at times is even worse than satiety.

And void of tears eyes that have been stuffed with forbidden things.

Keep in the shelter of pure repentance unceasingly.

And contradict both the Self and Devil, and disobey!

And if they give true advice to you, still look skeptically.

And do not settle with either as your lawyer or foe;

You're well aware of a lawyer's and a foe's treachery.

I ask for pardon from God for empty word with no deed;

I have ascribed by it to a sterile man progeny.

I've ordered you to do good, but have ignored it, myself;

I'm not upstanding, so who am I to tell you to be?

I haven't packed extra deeds in preparation for death;

I haven't prayed, haven't fasted, but the compulsory.

I've violated the way of him who livened the dark,

Until his feet had complained of swelling up painfully;

And out of hunger, would bind his abdomen and would wrap

Beneath a hard stone a waist whose skin is so velvety.

The lofty mountains made into gold for him tried to be

A way to bait him, so he true loftiness let them see.

His "poverty" only strengthened his disinterest in them;

For never are protectees assaulted by poverty.

For verily need never prevails (overpowers) the infallible

If not for him, the whole world would not have been made to be.

He reached the highest place through his perfection, he drove out the darkness through his beauty

Beautified were all his characteristics, Blessings be upon him and his family

My master, bless and salute always and for evermore

Your most beloved, creation's greatest entirely

Muhammad ﷺ the master of both worlds and both beings and

Both groups: the Arabs and the non-Arab community;

Our prophet, who is commander and forbidder—there is

No one more true in his saying no or yes than is he.

He is the loved one whose intercession we're hopeful of,

At every horror to hit—yes, every calamity.

He has invited to God, so all who grip onto him

Are gripping rope that will never fray for eternity.

He tops the prophets in both appearance and character;

They don't approach him in knowledge or in gen'rosity.

And all of them are receiving from Allah's Messenger

A sip from down-pouring rain or handful scooped from the sea.

And all are standing before him at their own limits fixed:

A dot of knowledge or mark from words of sagacity.

He is the one with perfected essence and outward form;

Picked as the love of the Maker of all humanity.

Beyond a partner in his so beautiful qualities;

Yes, undivided in him is beauty's whole entity.

Avoid what Christians have claimed about their own messenger;

And give to him any praise you wish, and praise sensibly.

Ascribe to his person what you wish of nobility;

Ascribe to his stature what you wish of immensity.

Indeed, Allah's Messenger's perfection has no frontier

That any speaker could ever verbalize orally.

And were his marvels to match his worth in greatness, his name,

When called, would give life to bones decayed to nihility.

He tried us not, from concern, with things that boggle the mind;

And so, we haven't faced any doubt or perplexity.

Conceiving his meaning has exhausted the universe;

So near or far, one not dumbstruck by it you will not see.

Much like the sun: from afar it does appear small to eyes,

And would impair any vision when in proximity.

And how could people asleep, distracted from him by dreams,

Begin to grasp in the present world his reality!

The peak of knowledge about him is that he is a man

And is the best of Allah's creation, entirely.

And all the marvels the noble messengers have conveyed

Have come to them from the NUR of Ahmad exclusively.

He is the Sun of esteem, to which they are as if moons:

Reflecting its lights in darknesses to humanity.

Until when the sun rose his light spread

And gave life to all the nations, universally

How grand the form of a Prophet brightened by character,

Enveloped by handsomeness, distinguished by jollity!

Like flowers in fineness, the full moon in ascendancy,

The ocean in giving, and all time in tenacity.

When he's alone and you meet him, he is like one amid

An army and entourage, because of his majesty.

From treasure chests of his eloquence and his beaming grin

Do seem to be pearls preserved within their shells preciously.

No scent compares to the earth embracing his blessed form;

For him who sniffs it or kisses it what felicity!

His noble birth did reveal the purity of his roots.

How pure the outset of them as well as finality!

A day the Persians perceived that they indeed had been warned

Of the occurrence of suffering and adversity.

The Arch of Khosrau had passed the night while falling apart;

Just like the status of Khosrau's peers: without unity.

The fire was short of breath out of regret over it.

The river lost all its current out of despondency.

It saddened Sawa to find the drying up of its lake,

And thirsty seekers returning from the place angrily.

As if the fire had gotten water's wetness from grief;

And water had burnt up as a fire burns seethingly.

The jinn were speaking aloud, and NUR were shining so bright;

The Truth is made manifest in signal and verbally.

But blind and deaf they were so the happy news went unheard;

And flashes of lightning as a warning they didn't see.

All after their fortune teller notified all the folk

Their old religion so crooked soon would no longer be.

And after they eyed in the horizons the shooting stars

All crashing like statues in the earth for idolatry.

Until from the source of revelation, up in the sky,

One after the other, each retreating demon did flee.

They were when fleeing just like the heroes of Abrahah,

Or like a pelted-with-pebbles-from-his-hands infantry.

Hurled after having extolled while in the palms of his hands;

Hurled like the swallowed extoller from the gut cavity.

The trees had come for his call, prostrate in humility;

They came to him on their trunks, like footless legs, walking free.

As if they had drawn along the way a straight line for what

Their branches had written in the finest calligraphy.

Just like the cloud moving with him as he moved anywhere;

From noon's intense oven heat protecting him constantly.

I swear an oath by the moon, which split in two, that it has

A likeness to his pure heart—an oath of veracity.

And what the cave did contain of good and nobility;

With every look from the disbelievers too blind to see.

The Truth and Truthful in Faith inside the cave hadn't moved;

All while they were saying that inside the cave none could be.

They thought no dove hovered and no spider spun any web,

For him, the Best of Creation—thinking its vacancy.

Protection from God made needless reinforced armature,

Or towering citadels providing security.

No day has time gone to harm me and I have sought his care,

But that I have gotten care from him, without mockery.

Nor have I asked of the riches of both worlds from his hand,

Without largesse from the best of givers coming to me.

Do not deny revelation from his dreaming, because

His heart, though his eyes may shut, is open wide and does see.

And that was so at the very start of his prophethood:

So with that state of the dreaming no one can disagree.

How blest is God: revelation isn't something attained;

Nor is a prophet suspected in what we do not see.

His miracles are clear, not hidden from anyone

Without it, justice cannot be established amongst society

How many times has his palm by touch relieved the unwell,

And freed the helpless from in the noose of insanity.

His call gave life to a gray and barren year full of drought;

Till it became like a star in ages of ebony;

With teeming clouds—you'd have thought the valleys had rivers flow

In from the sea, or a flooded dam that gushed viciously.

O Allah, bless and grant peace, increase and bestow blessings upon him and his family

Leave me alone to describe his miracles, which are plain

As nightly fire on mountains, lit as a courtesy.

For pearls increase in their beauty when arranged on a string,

But aren't less precious kept alone and separately.

What eulogizing has any hope of stretching to reach

What he possesses in noble nature and quality?

True signs from the Merciful, originated in time,

Beginningless, trait of Him Who is beginninglessly.

They aren't bound by constraints of time, as they tell us of

The day to come, also Aad and Irum—past history.

They stayed among us, and so transcended all miracles

From all the prophets, as they had come and then ceased to be.

So wise and clear, that they leave no room for a single doubt

To an opponent and have no need for a referee.

And never were they attacked except that from battle did

Return to them with surrendered arms the worst enemy.

Their eloquence fought off their dissenters' claim, as a man

That is protective fights off attack from his family.

Possessing meanings like waves upon the sea in support;

Surpassing its treasures in allure and sublimity.

Such that their wonders are countless and beyond any bound,

And never found to be tiresome in great quantity.

By them is soothed their reciter's eye, so I said to him,

"You have indeed found the rope of God, so hold steadily."

If you recite them in worry of the fire of Hell,

From their cool fountain you douse the burn of Hell utterly.

Just like the Houze-e-Kauthar, as it is whitening every face,

Of sinners coming to it like coals as black as can be.

And like the straight Bridge and like the Balance in equity:

Without them no justice is maintained in society.

Be not amazed by a hater in denial of them,

Who acts unknowing despite full knowledge and mastery.

An eye may even reject the light of sun when inflamed;

A mouth rejecting the taste of water from malady.

O best of those whose front yard is sought by those seeking good,

On foot and on backs of camels treading vigorously!

And you who are sign supreme for one who does seek to know!

And greatest blessing for one in search of prosperity!

From sanctum to sanctum, you had made the trip overnight;

Just as the moon makes the trip through darkness nocturnally.

You spent the night rising up until you had reached a place

A length of two bows, not gained or sought in all history.

And all the prophets and messengers had put you ahead,

Just as the served over servants has the priority.

As you proceeded through all the seven levels with them,

In a procession, you were the banner bearer to see;

Until you had left no goal for the ambitious in hope

Of closeness, nor height for someone seeking ascendency.

You humbled all ranks by annexation: you were addressed,

Like unannexed proper noun, with singular dignity.

So that you triumph with a connection oh so concealed

From eyes, and a secret oh so shrouded in mystery!

So you obtained every glory, no one else joining you;

And you surpassed all alone, unchallenged, every degree.

The measure of stations you were granted, what majesty!

Attaining the blessings you were given, what rarity!

Great news for us, people of Islam! Indeed, we possess

A pillar of special care erected unbreakably.

And since Allah called the one who called us to serving Him

The Greatest Prophet, we are the greatest community.

The news of his being sent alarmed the hearts of the foes,

Just like a roar causing heedless sheep to startle and flee.

He kept courageously facing them at each battlefield,

Till they were butchered by spears like meat in a butchery.

They longed to flee so much that they watched the parts carried off

By buzzards and vultures in a state of near jealousy.

The nights would pass with them unaware the number of them,

Except the nights of the Sacred Months of tranquility.

As if religion had been a guest arrived at their yard,

With every nobleman craving meat of the enemy.

It brought an ocean of troops on gracefully-floating steeds,

Advancing waves made of heroes, surging successively.

Each in response to the call of God, in hope of reward,

Attacking armed to uproot and shatter idolatry.

Until the Faith of Islam, with them among it, became—

Once having been foreign—now a unified family.

Protected forever from them by the best father and

Best husband, so not an orphan or a widow is she.

They are the mountains, so ask about them their battle-foe,

At every battle, the things from them that he used to see.

And ask Hunayn, question Badr, and even ask Uhud, too—

Events of death for them, worse than plague in catastrophe.

Returning white blades now turned to crimson after they reached

The fighters with flowing hair of black from the enemy.

Inscribing with spears of Lettering, their pens didn't leave

A body line with undotted i, and crossed every t.

With sharpened weapons they had a mark to set them apart;

A rose is set by its mark apart from a thorny tree.

The victory winds convey to you the sweet news of them;

So flowers in bloom you'd reckon every soldier to be.

They were in horseback like firmly-rooted plants up on hills—

From grit so solid, not girth of saddle held solidly.

The enemies' hearts were fluttering in fear of their force,

Unable to tell a lamb apart from brave cavalry.

Whoever is aided by the Messenger of Allah,

If lions meet him inside their woods, they bow silently.

You will not see any saint that isn't victorious

Through him, nor any opponent not destroyed utterly.

He put his nation to dwell inside the fort of his faith;

Like lion dwelling inside the forest with progeny.

How often the words of God refuted the quarrelsome

About him! How often proof defeated the enemy!

Enlightenment in the one unread is wonder enough,

In Age of Darkness; and good upbringing in orphancy.

I've served him with eulogy by which I seek to erase

The sins of life spent in poem and in servility.

For they have led me to things of horrible aftermath;

Akin to livestock decreed by them for the butchery.

I have obeyed the deceit of youth in both cases and

Got nothing but sins and then regret, oh, what misery!

Oh, what a loss for my soul, the awful deal that it made!

Not buying faith with this world, not even browsing to see.

Whoever sells off his future for his present will come

His being defrauded in the sale and its negotiation

If I had committed any sin my covenant is not (likely to be) violated

To see the loss in his sale and future delivery.

By naming my son Muhammad I am in pledge to him;

And none is more faithful in fulfilling pledges than he.

At my appointment, if he's not holding onto my hand—

In graciousness—say, "Oh, what a fall into tragedy!"

Far be it from him to bar the aspirant of his gifts,

Or send away in dishonour from him a refugee.

And since committing my thoughts to singing praises of him,

I've found him to be the most committed to saving me.

The riches from him will not neglect a poor, dusty hand;

Indeed, the rain causes even hills to be flowery.

I sought no bloom of the lower world the hands of Zuhayr

Had picked for having presented Herim with flattery.

Most Noble of All Creation, what refuge do I have

But you at the coming of the widespread calamity.

O Messenger of Allah, your rank won't shrink from me when

The Generous manifests His punishing quality.

Yes, from your grace is indeed the world as well as its mate;

And of your knowledge the Tablet and the Pen of decree.

O soul, despair not because of a mistake that is grave;

Enormities are like slips compared to His clemency.

And hopefully, mercy from my Lord when He gives it out

Will come according to sinfulness in its quantity.

My Lord, and make not my hope a hope that is overturned

With you; and make my expectance with no deficiency.

Be kind to Your slave in both abodes; for his fortitude

Whenever terrors call out to it will turn tail and flee.

Let clouds of blessing from You, unending, rain down upon

The Prophet, with pouring rain so heavily, steadily.

For longer than willow branches by the east wind are swayed;

And camel riders excite the camels with melody.

Then pleasure with Abu Bakr, the greatest of company,

And Umar, bearer of Truth, and then Uthman, and Ali,

The Family and Companions and all the Followers,

The people of purity and patience and piety.

My Lord, by the Chosen One, make our hopes come to be,

And pardon us what has gone, O Vast in Gen'rosity.

And please, my God, do forgive all of the Muslims by what

They all recite at Aqsa and the Sanctity.

O God, bless whoever is in the Sacred Sanctuary

Muhammad ﷺ, the Chosen One, the One who is known for his generosity

This is the Burdah of the Selected One, now complete;

And praise Allah at the start and finish, eternally!

The number of verses in it is one sixty or more;

Relieve by them our woes, O Vast in Gen'rosity!

The number of verses in it is one sixty or more;

Forgive our debt with it, O Vast in Gen'rosity!

The number of verses in it is one sixty or more;

Cover our faults with it, O Vast in Gen'rosity!

The number of verses in it is one sixty or more;

Fix our wealth with it, O Vast in Gen'rosity!

My Lord, by the Chosen One, make our hopes come to be,

And pardon us what has gone, O Vast in Gen'rosity.

O Lord, we have all asked you for forgiveness.

And a good ending, O Originator of blessings.

Forgive its writer, its translator and its reader

I ask of you all goodness, O Vast in Gen'rosity.

Especially the composer and the translator and

All the reciters with passion and in sincerity.

My master, bless and salute always and for evermore

Your most beloved, creation's greatest entirely

Praise of the Messenger, beauty,

sincerity of words, Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

A strange description, a strange affair

Yes, my beloved Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

The full moon, the sea of speech

Light of darkness, Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

The Prophet of Creation is the Generous of Gifts

The generous hand of Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

O Allah, O Allah, O Allah - O Allah, O Allah, O Allah

O Allah, O Allah, O Allah, Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

A helpful helper, a clear victory, a clear victory

A strong, strong rope, Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

The proximity of union is the union of life, beauty, beauty

A mind as perfect as Muhammad's, my soul is your ransom

Human place, Human place, lifetime, lifetime

Security wishes, Security wishes, Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

Praised One, Calm One Calm one, asceticism, provisions, provisions

A hostile day, A hostile day. Muhammad, my soul is your ransom

I seek protection in Allah from shaitan, the rejected.

In the name of Allah, the most Gracious, the most Compassionate

Heaven and all its pleasures and happiness are for those who pray and ask excessively for peace and blessings upon Rasulullah ﷺ

Two months after his conception, according to the most well-known narrations

His father, 'Abd Allah, died in Madinah al-Munawwarah

Passing by his uncles on his mother's side, Bani 'Uday from the tribe of Bani Najjār

He fell ill, and for a month remained among them while they tried to treat him

Nine lunar months passed after his conception, according to the numerous traditions

Now, time's thirst for him would be quenched

On the night of his noble birth, Āsyah and Maryam with other women of paradise attended his mother

The moment labor pains began she gave birth to him (Allah's blessings and peace be upon him) as a radiance whose brilliance illuminates the world

May Allah bless Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him

O Messenger of Allah, peace be upon you, O one of high status and rank

Every house you dwell in

Has no need for lamps

Your hoped-for face is our proof

On the day when people come with their proofs

For the sick one you visit

Allah has granted relief

You are our guide to our Creator

On a path without any crookedness

O Lord, grant us his visitation

Before the taking of the soul and hardship

A thousand blessings of Allah upon the Madinan

Master of the Arabs and non-Arabs

Your love is an obligation upon creation

O Beloved of the Sublime, peace be upon you

O Intercessor of Mankind, peace be upon you

O Prophet of Guidance, peace be upon you

The Seal of the Prophets, peace be upon you

Master of the purified ones, peace be upon you

O Ahmad there is no one like you

Chosen one, Mustafa, peace be upon you

The greatest of creation, the most honorable of the noble

The best of the Prophets, peace be upon you

Emanating from you is the source of all gnosis

You are the sun at forenoon, peace be upon you

On the night of ascension, all the Prophets said;

Greetings and welcome, peace be upon you

The place where revelation descended, the home of Quran

The possessor of guidance, peace be upon you

Intercede for me O my Beloved on the Day of Judgment

You are our Intercessor; peace be upon you

By you the darkness of oppression is removed

You are the full moon on a dark night, peace be upon you

My aim is no one but you, O My beloved

You are our goal; peace be upon you

You are my destination and my sanctuary

You are my defendant; peace be upon you

May blessings of Allah be upon the Chosen One

Most preferred of all Prophets, peace be upon you

This is the first of your servants

O My Master, O Chosen One, peace be upon you

This is the saying of your servant, in your love,

From Him, O Mustafa, peace be upon you

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Messenger of Allah

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Beloved of Allah

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Friend of Allah

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Prophet of Allah

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Chosen One of Allah

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Best of Allah's Creation

Peace and blessings be upon you, O the one whom Allah has chosen

Peace and blessings be upon you, O the one whom Allah has sent

Peace and blessings be upon you, O the one whom Allah has adorned

Peace and blessings be upon you, O the one whom Allah has honored

Peace and blessings be upon you, O the one whom Allah has dignified

Peace and blessings be upon you, O the one whom Allah has exalted

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Master of the Messengers

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Leader of the Pious

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Seal of the Prophets

Peace and blessings be upon you, O Intercessor of the Sinners

Millions of salutations upon Mustafa, the essence of mercy

Millions of salutations upon the candle of the gathering of guidance

The king of paradise, the crown-bearer of the sacred sanctuary

Millions of salutations upon the spring of intercession

Eternal blessings upon the bridegroom of the Night Journey

Millions of salutations upon the joy of Paradise's gathering

The helper of creation, the answerer of all pleas

Millions of salutations upon the refuge in times of difficulty

Millions of blessings upon the wealth of the helpless like me

Millions of salutations upon the strength of the powerless like me

Endless blessings upon the master of us poor ones

Millions of salutations upon the wealth of us destitute ones

Whose description is a mirror reflecting truth

Millions of salutations upon that divinely crafted countenance

Those ears that hear both far and near

Millions of salutations upon that mine of miraculous rubies

Whose forehead wore the crown of intercession

Millions of salutations upon that blessed brow

Before whose prostration the mihrab of Kaaba bowed

Millions of salutations upon those delicate eyebrows

Blessings upon the modesty of those lowered eyes

Millions of salutations upon that noble raised nose

By which darkened hearts began to shine

Millions of salutations upon that radiant complexion

That mouth whose every word is divine revelation

Millions of salutations upon that spring of knowledge and wisdom

That tongue which is called the key to all creation

Millions of salutations upon its effective authority

That prayer whose youth is the spring of acceptance

Millions of salutations upon that breeze of acceptance

By whose comfort the weeping began to smile

Millions of salutations upon that habit of smiling

Whichever direction he raised his hand, made rich

Millions of salutations upon that wave of the ocean of generosity

Who cares not for the burden of both worlds

Millions of salutations upon such strength of arms

The whole world his domain yet barley bread his food

Millions of salutations upon such contentment of stomach

Allah Allah, that childlike innocence

Millions of salutations upon that divinely pleasing countenance

Before whom proud necks bowed down

Millions of salutations upon that God-given majesty

Millions of their Lord's blessings upon them

Millions of salutations upon their companions and family

Pages of scripture, buds of holiness

Millions of salutations upon the People of the Prophetic Household

Upon whose enemies is Allah's curse

Millions of salutations upon all those people of love

Shafi'i, Maliki, Ahmad, Imam Hanif

Millions of salutations upon the four gardens of leadership

Whose pulpit became the neck of saints

Millions of salutations upon that miraculous step

My teacher, parents, brother, sister

Millions of salutations upon family and clan

Not mine alone is the claim to mercy

Millions of salutations upon all the King's nation

Would that on the Day of Gathering when they arrive

All would send millions of salutations upon their majesty

May the angels of service say yes to me, Raza

Millions of salutations upon Mustafa, the soul of mercy

O Prophet, peace be upon you; O Messenger, peace be upon you

O Beloved, peace be upon you; blessings of Allah be upon you

O bearer of mercy's crown, ruler of both worlds

O one who ascended the throne, protector of sinners

This is our desire: to come to your door, to shed rivers of tears

To show the scars of our hearts, to stand before you and express

May sorrow's shore be distant, O leader of the world, for God's sake

Give us your support, may our vessel cross over

We are burdened with grief and sorrow, we have come from afar

We are devoted to you, with outstretched hands

Your helpless nation wanders from door to door, afflicted

Crying with sighs and laments: Help, O Beloved of the Creator

Grant us forgiveness on the Day of Judgment, save us from the fire of hell

Free us from every calamity, hide us in your protection

Come at the time of death, show your radiant face

Let us smell your amber-scented locks, help us recite the pure declaration

My master, my leader, this is my greatest desire

First to place my head at your feet, then to raise it when you say

O Muhammad, help this helpless one

Help, O Qibla of faith, O Kaaba of belief

I have none but you, O my master of Makkah and Madinah

Cast a glance towards me, the bewildered one, help

I am sinful, full of sins, in extreme poverty

Have mercy on the poverty of the poor ones, help

O Prophet, the ship of the nation is in your capable hands

In this whirlpool of grief, in the shock of the storm, help

From the One, you became Ahmad, Mahmood, and Muhammad

O manifestation of Allah's light, guide of the pure ones, help

We are beggars, you became the sultan of both worlds

O king of kings help, O king of the beggars help

Jaami has brought the burden of sins to your door

O Arab Messenger, intercessor for sinners, help

O Chosen One, O Selected One, have mercy upon our sins

Our deeds are compelled by greed, sin and darkness

If you reach, O morning breeze, one day to the sacred land

Convey my greetings to the garden where lies the honored Prophet

Whose face is the morning sun, whose cheek is the full moon in darkness

Whose essence is the light of guidance, whose palm is an ocean of aspirations

His Quran is our proof, abrogating religions that passed

When his rulings came to us, all previous scriptures became void

Would that I were like one who follows a knowledgeable Prophet

Day and night continuously, and grant me likewise with generosity

Our hearts are wounded by the sword of separation from Mustafa

Blessed are the people of the city where the noble Prophet resides

I do not hope alone, but for all my relatives

In the grave, intercede O Intercessor, by Saad and Noon and the Pen

His children in his house, his enemies in his fire

His truthful one in his cave, that noble and respected one

His Farooq is the justice of Safa, his Uthman is the essence of modesty

The chosen one is the cave of creation, that exalted and respected one

Send blessings upon the spring of purity, daughter of Prophet Mustafa

Fatima, best of women, source of rivers of generosity

O mercy to the worlds, you are the intercessor of sinners

Honor us on the day of grief, with grace and generosity and nobility

O mercy to the worlds, help Zain al-Abidin

Imprisoned by the hands of oppressors, in the procession and crowd

O Best of Creation, cast a glance towards me

You are none but a treasure of gifts

O Ocean of Grace and Crown of Justice

Be generous to me with connection before death

How long shall I call, O Best of Guides

My happiness is sufficient, show kindness to me

Far be it from you to be heedless of us

O Best of Messengers, have mercy on the sorrowful

I gift you my love and my Lord's blessings

As long as my heart remains alive with remembrance