فضائلُ خير المرسلين عظيمةٌ

فضائلُ خير المرسلين عظيمةٌ

تزيدُ على الزُّهرِ الدراري وتَشرفُ

تزيدُ على الزُّهرِ الدراري وتَشرفُ

The virtues of the best of messengers are immense;

The virtues of the best of messengers are great

They surpass the radiant, glittering stars and rise higher.

Exceeding the bright flowers and honorable

فسبحان من أعطاهُ من لم يُفز به

فسبحان من أعطاهُ من لم يُفز به

سواهُ عطاءً لم يشبهُ تكلُّفُ

سواهُ عطاءً لم يشبهُ تكلُّفُ

So glory to Him who granted him what none attained

Glory to Him who gave him what none other was endowed with

but he—a gift untouched by artifice.

A gift that was matchless and unpretentious

فطَلعته كالبدرِ ليلةَ تمِّد

فطَلعته كالبدرِ ليلةَ تمِّد

وكالشمس إلا أنها ليس تُكسفُ

وكالشمس إلا أنها ليس تُكسفُ

His countenance is like the full moon on the night of its fullness,

His appearance was like the full moon on a night it extends

and like the sun, except that it is not eclipsed.

And like the sun except that it does not eclipse

فقُل حين يجري وسط نادٍ حديثهُ

فقُل حين يجري وسط نادٍ حديثهُ

لقد هبَّ عَرفُ الرَّوضِ وهوُ مفوَّفُ

لقد هبَّ عَرفُ الرَّوضِ وهوُ مفوَّفُ

So say, when talk of him circulates within a gathering:

So say, when his speech flows amidst an assembly

Indeed, the fragrance of the many-hued garden has wafted forth.

The meadow's breeze has gently blown, perfumed

فوا حزنا إن لم أصل لجنابه

فوا حزنا إن لم أصل لجنابه

وللطرف مع بعد إليه تشوفُ

وللطرف مع بعد إليه تشوفُ

Alas for my sorrow if I do not reach his presence!

Oh what sorrow if I cannot reach his presence

And despite the distance, my gaze turns toward him in longing.

And the eye longs for him from afar

فؤادي لبُعدي عنه فيه تلهب

فؤادي لبُعدي عنه فيه تلهب

فمن لي لو شاهدته أتلهف

فمن لي لو شاهدته أتلهف

My heart is ablaze because I am far from him.

For my distance from him, my heart burns

Who, then, would aid me if I beheld him, aching with longing?

If only I could see him, how I would yearn

فيا كبدي ذوبي اشتياقاً لقبره

فيا كبدي ذوبي اشتياقاً لقبره

ويا دمع عيني لا أعتراكَ توقُّفُ

ويا دمع عيني لا أعتراكَ توقُّفُ

So, O my liver, melt with longing for his grave;

Oh my liver, melt in longing for his grave

And O tears of my eye, may no pause befall you.

And oh tears of my eyes, do not cease your flow

فصفهُ وبالغ في مناقبه بما

فصفهُ وبالغ في مناقبه بما

أردت وأدرى أنّ وصفَك يضعُفُ

أردت وأدرى أنّ وصفَك يضعُفُ

So describe him, and extol his virtues as much as

Describe him and exaggerate his virtues with what

you wish—and know that your description falls short.

You wish, though I know your description falls short

فأيُّ مقالٍ منك يُدرِكُ شأوَه

فأيُّ مقالٍ منك يُدرِكُ شأوَه

وما يَستوي ديوانُ شعرٍ ومصحَفُ

وما يَستوي ديوانُ شعرٍ ومصحَفُ

For what words of yours could reach his stature?

For what words of yours can fully capture his stature

Nor are a volume of poetry and a copy of the Qur'an equal.

A book of poetry cannot equal the scripture

فصلى عليك اللَه ما لاحَ بارِقٌ

فصلى عليك اللَه ما لاحَ بارِقٌ

وما مال غُصنٌ مائسُ العطف هيَفُ

وما مال غُصنٌ مائسُ العطف هيَفُ

So may God send blessings upon you as long as lightning flashes,

May Allah bless you as long as the lightning gleams

and as long as a slender bough bends, swaying gracefully at its waist.

And as long as the bendable branch sways gently in the breeze