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