Precious Pearls — Page 67
69 “It rids of paganism” this is what hurts them! Why all these misguided ones are now its foes? Because It is the guide this is the secret of their dilly-dallying. (90) The Faith is hid in a cave; disbelief is raising a clamour; You may now pray this is the Cave of Hira 101. That guide of ours, with whom everything is illumined, His name is Muhammad he is my belovèd. All prophets are pure one better than the other But, from God Almighty he is the best of creation. He is better than those before like a moon in his traits; All eyes are upon him he’s the moon of dark nights 102. The earlier ones gave up on the way; he took us across; I dote upon him, he is the one who is the guide. (95) He removed the veils and showed the way in He joined the heart with the Dear this is that friend. That Timeless Dear that Belovèd Who is Hidden We saw Him through him he is the only guide. Today, He is the King of Faith; he is the Crown of Messengers; He is pure and trustworthy this is his very praise. All edicts that came from God, he acted upon them all; He told us all the secrets he is the gift of the Giver. His eye is very keen; his heart close to the Belovèd; With Faith’s lamp in hand, he ’s the source of light. (100) The knotty secrets of Faith he told them all The giver of wealth He is the commander. I cherish that light I am enamoured with him He exists, and I am but naught; this is the final verdict. That unique belovèd is a treasure trove of knowledge All else is fiction he truly is the infallible one. We gained it all from him, Thou art Witness, O Lord The one who showed us the truth, he is the handsome one. We were blind of heart; a hundred snares therein; then he Who opened the locks 103 he is the Chosen one. (105) O my Gracious Lord! These are but graces Thine May Thou ease the hardship this is the constant wish. O my Soul Mate! Pray be so gracious Thou Or else these woes of the world are like a huge serpent. It is constantly in my heart to kiss Thy Scriptures To go around the Quran this surely is my Ka’ba 104. Come quick, Supporter mine, grief’s burden is heavy; Pray hide not Thy Visage this is my very cure. It is said that love’s fervour does not remain constant; This , my Dear, is the constant cloud over my heart. (110)