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 | Subject: Elegies about the Prophet (pbuh) by Two Companions  Sun Jul 03, 2011 12:36 pm | |
| By Ziad ibn Thabet
Why has slumber left your eyes?
As if antimony for the sore-eyed has lined their canthi.
[They are] Grieving for the guided who lies shrouded.
Please do not be gone,
O best of those who have ever the gravel trodden.
I wish my face could spare yours the dust!
Alas! I wish I had preceded you to the land of *Gharqad. (*the burial place in Medina).
As ransom weren't too much my father and mother,
For the one whose demise on Monday I witnessed --
The guided Prophet.
Perplexed I remained, after his death, dull … I wish I were never born!
After this, can I live in Medina amongst them?
I wish I woke up having gulped the black viper's venom.
If only God's destiny would hastily befall us tomorrow or today,
That we may meet pure goodness of noble descent on Judgment Day!
O Aamena's blessed firstborn,
Delivered amidst the blessed Saad tribe! O her first born!
A light which lit for all mankind ..
Guided was the one guiding to the Blessed Light.
O our Lord! With our Prophet reunite us,
In an envy warding-off Paradise, *The Ferdaus, [*The highest level at Paradise]
O Most Exalted, Most High! Destine it for us.
O Allah! Bear witness, I will lament the Prophet Muhammad as long as I survive.
Woe to the Prophet's *Ansar and kin after his burial in the grave. [*Medina supporters]
The entire world has become an unbearable place to the Ansar;
Darkened have their faces become as if blackened with tar.
Amongst us he was born and in our land he is entombed,
And we have not met his favours with ingratitude.
He was God's blessing for us,
The one whose Ansar were guided to a new Truth every hour.
May the blessings of God, the throne-surrounding angels,
and all the good ones, the Blessed Ahmad shower.
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By Sufian ibn Al harith ibn Abdul Muttalib
I was sleepless, and my night did not have an end,
And my brother's night was filled with the calamity throughout. [Any Muslim brother]
I find a delight in weeping,
And that is nothing considering what befell Muslims.
Our calamity was hard and grave,
The night they said the Prophet passed away.
And our land, on account of what had befallen it,
Its ends were about to quake.
We will no longer have the descended revelation,
With which Gabriel was going to and fro.
And this the thing most worthy of melting our souls,
Or that for which our souls is almost melting.
A Prophet who used to dispel our doubts,
Through what was revealed to him and what he used to say.
And he used to guide us so that we would not fear falling short;
For us the Messenger was the guide.
Oh *Fatima, you are not to blame if you grieve, [*The Prophet's daughter]
But if you remain steadfast, then you have managed the right thing.
The grave of your father is the most honoured,
And in it lies the Messenger, the best of men.
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