إن الأكارم والمكارم — Abdul Ghafar Al Akhras — Saqi

The noble and all noble virtues—
the excellent and the illustrious—
have lost their faithful Muhammad:
alas for the one lost, and those bereft!
The sanctuaries of piety stand deserted,
and those mosques have fallen idle;
schools have wept for him,
and after him the mosques stand empty.
He was the mightiest proof
of the faith, silencing every denier.
In all creation there is
no witness stronger or more just than he.
By God, I swear that he
was peerless in the creed of Islam.
The wellsprings of his knowledge
were open paths, laid out for every seeker.
To the upright faith he was—
whenever one looked—a hand and supporting arm.
O preacher, whose very presence
held a majesty that softened stone!
O you who have gone far from your companions,
will you return after this long absence?
How often you barred a man
from the gate of his desires and designs;
and you melted tears of mine
that, until this day, had been frozen.
Where are the precious pearls, the rare creations,
the original works and rich insights?
I never imagined that I
would mourn, indignant at the days,
or, after losing my loved ones, yield
to calamities and their afflictions—
with neither my strong arm beside me
nor any helper against my age.
I have indeed grown weary of life
from what I witness and endure.
When we lost the righteous,
I knew that time itself was corrupt.