O’ My Lord Merciful,
Deliver upon me life, blissful,
In gratitude, I’m grateful,
For many years spend, fantastic.
It is vitally nonetheless, very quiet,
The breeze is frozen,
In silence waves are lapping,
In darkness, they whisper, Praises.
Solely the truncated Moon,
Just like the date- palm sheath,
Is mocking in silence,
The deeds of yesterday.
The thousands and thousands years previous starlight,
Dawns now upon my eyes,
Contemporary, vivid, and luminous
It twinkles upon the wrinkled life.
My Lord, there’s none between us,
I’m alone on this negritude darkness,
With solely the moon, stars, to accompany,
My fingers raised in Thy Reward.
The birds shall chirp in, however
Few hours extra, The majestic Solar,
Will crack the darkness with its beams,
The moon, the celebrities, will wither humble.
In these moments of queititude,
Let the heavens bear witness
To the numerous Salutations,
In conjunction, made, with Stars quite a few.
A Mercy for mankind, Thou blessed upon,
A Prophet, The Final One,
As a design of Thy Mercifulness,
Beloved past mother and father, extra, nonetheless extra,
Shortly, Mom will rise,
From sleep everlasting, climb she’s going to,
For Praising Thee, upon, the takht,
In Prostration, her eyes will, moist the mat.
The teardrops of submission,
An expression elegant,
From the prism, studded within the Rosary,
She shall in glee, view Kabba in Mecca.
Mendacity at her ft, I shall, draw,
And play, along with her rosary, and veil
Undisturbed, the invocations, unceasing,
Proceed to knock upon my eardrums.
Simply as her prayers are absorbed,
There’s mellifluous cry of Recitation,
That awakens my consideration, to witness,
Upon one other takht, our father.
His swinging backwards and forwards,
In rthymn with the Verses,
I lie trying up on the skylarks,
Resting within the loving cradle of his lap.
O’ my Lord Merciful,
Bless my Dad and mom, who, from
Eternity rise to Reward Thee,
In gorgeous silence, I beseech Thee.
The night time is being outstripped,
The daybreak is unveiling the darkness,
I increase, earlier than Thee, my pleas,
For the Beloved Prophet, to just accept,
And provides refuge close to to himself (pbuh).
Ameen.
Sirajuddin Aziz
Karachi
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