يا عَينُ هَذا المُصطَفى أَحمَدُ
خَيرُ الوَرى والسيِّدُ الأَمجَدُ
O eye, this is Mustafa Ahmad,
The best of all creation, the most glorious master.
وَهذه القبَّةُ قد أَشرقَت
دونَ عُلاها الشَمسُ والفرقدُ
And this dome has shone brightly,
Without it the sun and planets would fade.
وَهذه الرَوضَةُ قد أَزهرت
فيها المُنى والسؤل وَالمقصدُ
And this garden has bloomed,
In it are wishes, prayers, and goals.
وَهذه طيبةُ فاحَت لنا
أَرجاؤُها وَالسَفحُ والغَرقَدُ
And this is Taibah, it has spread for us
Its outskirts, foothills, and meadows.
وَعينُها الزَرقاءُ راقَت وَلَم
يَحلَّها الإثمِدُ والمِروَدُ
Its blue eye has sparkled and not
Been touched by blindness or cataracts.
فَما لأَحزانيَ لا تَنجَلي
وَما لنيرانيَ لا تخمدُ
So why do my sorrows not disperse
And why do my fires not cool down?
هَذا المصلّى وَالبَقيعُ الَّذي
طابَ به المنهلُ والمورِدُ
This is the mosque and al-Baqi‘ which
The fountain, creek, and drinking place have flourished in.
أَرضٌ زَكَت فَخراً وَنافَت عُلاً
فالأَنجمُ الزُهرُ لها حُسَّدُ
A land of purity and loftiness,
For it the stars and flowers envy.
حصباؤُها الدُرُّ وأَحجارُها
وَتُربُها الجَوهَرُ والعَسجدُ
Its pebbles are pearls and its rocks
Are gems, essence, and white musk.
تَمَنَّت الأَقمارُ والشهبُ لَو
كانَت نَواصيها بها عُقَّدُ
The moons wished they could
Adorn their crescents with its soil.
فَما عَلى من كُحلَت عينُه
بتُربها لَو عافها الإِثمِدُ
So what of one whose eye is lined
With its dust, even if blinded.
بها مَزايا الفَضلِ قد جُمِّعَت
وَفضلُها في وصفِه مُفرَدُ
In it the virtues of excellence gathered,
And its superiority in description is unmatched.
يغبطُها البيتُ وأَركانُه
وَزَمزَمٌ والحِجرُ والمَسجدُ
The House, its corners,
Zamzam, the Stone, and the Mosque envy it.
مشهدُ سَعدٍ فضلُه باهِرٌ
ملائكُ اللَه به سُجَّدُ
The scene of Sa‘d whose superiority is brilliant,
The angels of God bow down to it.
وَكَيفَ لا وهو مَقامٌ لِمن
له على هام العُلى مَقعَدُ
And how could it not be when it is the standing place
Of the one seated atop the Highest Summit.
وَموطنُ الصَفوة من هاشمٍ
يا حَبَّذا الموطِنُ والمشهَدُ
And residence of the elite of Hashim,
What an excellent residence and scene.
خَيرُ قُرَيشٍ نَسَباً في الوَرى
زكا به العُنصرُ والمَحتِدُ
The best clan of Quraysh by lineage in the world,
Through him humankind and time were purified.
وَخيرَةُ اللَه الَّذي قد عَلا
به العُلى والمَجدُ والسؤددُ
The chosen one of God who has been elevated
To the most high, glory, and fortune.
غُرَّتُه تَجلو ظَلامَ الدُجى
وهو الأَعزُّ الأَشرفُ الأَسعدُ
His signs illuminate the dark night,
He is most honored, noble, fortunate.
الفاتحُ الخاتِمُ بحرُ النَدى
وَبَرُّهُ وَالمنهجُ الأَقصَدُ
Opener and Sealer, sea of bounty,
Its shore, path, middle course.
فضَّلهُ اللَه على رُسلهِ
وَسائرُ الرسل به تَشهدُ
God has preferred him over His messengers,
And the messengers acknowledge him.
آياتُه كالشَمس في نورها
أَبصَرَها الأَكمَهُ والأَرمَدُ
His signs like the sun in its light,
Seen by the blind and the sighted.
حنَّ إِليه الجذعُ من فُرقَةٍ
وَفي يديه سبَّح الجَلمدُ
How many signs of his in the world,
To which the white and black submit.
وَالماءُ من بين أَصابيعهِ
فاضَ إلى أَن رَويَ الوُرَّدُ
Their narration was not fabricated,
And dawn does not conceal or deny them.
وَالقَمَرُ اِنشقَّ له طائعاً
وَراحَ بالطاعة يُستَسعَدُ
So O Messenger of God, best of those
Who the desperate and helper seek.
وَالشَمسُ عادَت بعد لَيلٍ له
وَعَودُها طَوعاً له أَحمَدُ
Hearing has ransomed you, from one hearing,
The call of a caller whose heart has withered.
وَكَم له من آيةٍ في الوَرى
دانَ لَها الأَبيَضُ والأَسودُ
He called you while engulfed in darkness,
Perhaps your mercy will come to his aid.
حديثُها ما كانَ بالمُفتَرى
وَالصبحُ لا يَخفى ولا يُجحَدُ
Hardship has lingered and so has anguish,
And I have no one else assisting me.
فيا رَسول اللَه يا خَيرَ من
يقصدُهُ المُتهمُ والمُنجدُ
Patience has run out from what has befallen me,
And how can it not run out or expire?
سمعاً فدتكَ النَفسُ من سامع
دَعوةَ داعٍ قَلبُه مُكمَدُ
So salvation, salvation O my master,
You are the refuge and destination.
دَعاكَ والوَجدُ به مُحدِقٌ
لعلَّ رُحماكَ له تُنجِدُ
Your love is my treasure on a day when
No father or mother can bring joy.
طالَ بيَ الأسرُ وطالَ الأَسى
وَما عَلى ذلك لي مُسعِدُ
You are in both abodes my sanctuary,
If the near and far abandon me.
قَد نفدَ الصَبرُ لما نالَني
وَكَيفَ لا يَفنى ولا يَنفَدُ
So remove my affliction immediately O my master,
Perhaps the heat of sorrow may cool down.
فالغارَةَ الغارةَ يا سيّدي
فإنَّكَ المَلجأ وَالمَقصِدُ
And bring me close to you as a neighbor, for
The bed and mattress have narrowed for me.
حبُّك ذُخري يومَ لا والدٌ
يُغني ولا والدةٌ تُسعِدُ
And lodge me in Taibah as a dwelling place,
For it was first my birthplace.
وَأَنتَ في الدارين لي موئلٌ
إذا جفا الأَقربُ والأَبعدُ
By my life it is my goal and wish,
Not Qubba or Thahmad.
فاِكشف بَلائي سيِّدي عاجِلاً
علَّ حَراراتِ الأَسى تَبرُدُ
Then may the peace of God the Almighty,
Continually pour upon you forever.
وأدنني منك جِواراً فقد
ضاقَ بيَ المضجَع والمرقَدُ
And your family—the elite, the generous,
To them narrations of the Most High ascend.
وَبَوِّئَنّي طَيبَةً مَوطِناً
فإنَّها لي سابقاً مَولِدُ
No arrikah has trilled in the garden,
Nor have its branches swayed gently,
وَهي لَعمري مَقصِدي والمُنى
لا الأَبلقُ الفَردُ ولا ثَهمَدُ
Nor has a reciter recited to us,
“O eye, this is Mustafa Ahmad.”
ثُمَّ سلامُ اللَه سبحانَهُ
عليك صَبٌّ دائمٌ سَرمدُ
وَآلِك الغرِّ الكرام الألى
لهم أَحاديثُ العلى تُسنَدُ
ما غَرَّدت في الروض أَيكيَّةٌ
وَما زهت أَغصانُها الميَّدُ
وَما غدا ينشدُنا مُنشدٌ
يا عَينُ هَذا المُصطَفى أَحمَدُ
