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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

إذا ما قال لي ربي - قصيدة أبكت الإمام أحمد

If my Lord is to ask me- the poem that made Immam Ahmad cry.
[Video] إذا ما قال لي ربي - قصيدة أبكت الإمام أحمد


(إذا ما قال لي ربـــّي )

إذا ما قال لي ربي .. أما استحييت تعصيني
  وتخفي الذنب عن خلقي .. وبالعصيان تأتيني
If my Lord asks me 
 “Have you no shame in disobeying me? 
You hide your faults from my creation  
yet full of sin you come to Me" 

فكيف أجيب يا ويحي .. ومن ذا سوف يحميني
 So what will I answer? O' Woe to me, 
and who shall protect me do you see?

أسلي النفس بالآمال .. من حين إلى حين
I keep forestalling my soul 
 with thoughts of hope from time to time  

وأنسى ما وراء الموت .. ماذا بعد تكفيني
And forgetting what is to come after death,
and after I am warped in the sheets of the dead 

 
كاني قد ضمنت العيش .. ليس الموت يأتيني
As if I have guaranteed living forever, 
 and that death will not overcome me

وجاءت سكرة الموت الشديدة من سيحميني
  Then the harsh drunkenness of death overtakes me,
who now will be able to protect me? 

نظرت إلى الوجوه أليس منهم من سيفديني
I looked at the faces, is there not from amongst them 
who will  ransom me?  

سأسأل ما الذي قدمت في دنياي ينجيني
I will be asked 
 what have I put forth in my life to save myself

فكيف إجابتي من بعد ما فرطت في ديني 
 So what will I answer, 
after I’ve been neglectful regarding my Deen

ويا ويحي ألم أسمع كلام الله يدعوني
O’ woe to me, did I not hear the
Speech of Allah calling  out to me??

ألم أسمع لما قد جاء في ق و يس
Did I not hear what has come in Qaaf'n, wa Yaseen'i

ألم أسمع بيوم الحشر يوم الجمع والدين
Did i not hear of the day the crowds will be summoned, 
the day we will be collected, and the day of al-Deen'i

ألم أسمع منادي الموت يدعوني يناديني
Did I not hear the caller of death 
calling me; seeking me

فيا رباه عبد تائب من ذا سيؤويه
O my lord a slave to you I come repenting, 
who than shall grant me shelter?

سوى رب غفور واسع للحق يهديني
Other than an oft-forgiving Lord, 
to the truth he will guide me

أتيت إليك فارحمني وثقل في موازيني
I  have come to you, so have mercy on me, 
and make heavy my weights

وخفف في جزائي أنت أرجى من يجازيني
And lighten my reckoning you are the best 
of who will bring me to reckoning

Translated by Abu Hamza

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Date with Death

    Date with Death


   You're constantly on my mind almost everyday
    Hoping that when I see you I'll know what to say

   Just praying you'll look your best when you embrace with me
   Killing me inside not knowing what day it will be

   Hopefully I'm situated and prepared for you
   How? What? When? Where? But I'll be patient though

   You are very punctual with your  times and date
    I don't believe there was a time that you were ever late
 
   This date is inevitable I know we have to meet
    Maybe in an Exotic restaurant or in the middle of the street

    If I am not prepared it  will be a big disgrace
    I'm just hoping when I see you...you've have a smile on your face 

   Abu Aadam

Monday, November 1, 2010

Seeking Forgiveness before Death- Immam Shafiee

The following account is a poem by Imam Ash-Shaafi`ee. Al-Muzni who is Aboo lbraaheem Isma`eel ibn Yahya said: "I entered upon ash-Shaafi'ee during his illness which resulted in his death, so I said to him: 'What is your condition?' He replied: "I am journeying from this world, and departing from my brothers, drinking from the cup of death, and upon Allaah - Exalted is His remembrance - arriving. And no! By Allaah, I do not know if my soul is travelling towards Paradise or the Fire!" Then he started to weep, and he said:
 
إلَيكَ إلـهُ الخَلْـق أرْفَــعُ رَغبَتِي *** و‘نْ كُنتُ يَا ذا المَنّ والجُودِ مُجْرِما
‘To You, the Creator, I raise my longing,
And even if I am, O possessor of kindness and generosity, an evildoer, a criminal
 
ولمَّا قَسَـا قلبي وضَـاقت مَذاهِبي *** جَعَلتُ الرَجـا مِني لِعَفوكَ سَلِمــا
When my heart became constricted and my paths became narrow,
I took my hope in Your pardon and forgiveness as an opening and an escape
 
تعَاظَمَنـي ذنبـي فلمَّـا قرِنتـُـهُ *** بعَفوكَ ربِّي كَانَ عَـفْوكَ أعْظَمــا
My sins seemed very great to me but when I compared them to Your forgiveness,
I found Your forgiveness to be much greater
 
فمَا زِلتَ ذا عفو عَن الذنْبِ لَمْ تَزُلْ *** تَـجُـود وتعـفو منةً وتَكَرُّمـــا
You are and still remain the only One who can forgive sins,
You grant and forgive out of Your benevolence and generosity
 
فلولاكَ لَـمْ يَصْمُـدْ لإبلـيسِ عَابدٌ *** فكَيفَ وقدْ أغْوَى صَفْيَك آدِمـــا
Were it not for You, then a servant could never defy Iblis
And how can that be when he mislead Your friend Adam
 
فيَاليْتَ شَعْــرِي هَل أصَيرُ لِجنة *** أهنـــا؟ وأمَّـا للسَّعِير فأنْدَمــا
If only I knew! Will I arrive at Paradise that I may take delight
Or at Hellfire, that I may regret?
 
فللّهِ دَر العَـــارِفُ الـنـدبُ إنَّه *** تَفيض لفرْطِ الوَجْد أجفانُه دَمَّـــا
How capable is Allah! For the one acquainted with lament,
blood almost flows from his eyelids due to the excess of his emotions (lament)
 
يَقيـمُ إذا مَـا الليلُ مَدَّ ظَلامَــه *** على نَفسِهِ مِن شدَّةِ الخَوفِ مَأتمـا
He stands when the night extends out its darkness
Stands against himself out of extreme fear, sinful
 
فصِيحاً إذا ما كـانَ في ذكْـرِ رَبِّه *** وفيما سِوَاهُ في الوَرى كان أعْجَمـا
Eloquent when he makes mention of his Lord
And in the mention of others than Him, he is speechless
 
ويَذكُرُ أيَّامـاً مَضَـتْ مِن شَبَابـه *** وما كان فيها بالجَهَـالة أجْرَمـــا
He remembers days gone by of his youth
And what was in it of ignorance, he was a criminal
 
فصَارَ قَرينُ الهمِّ طُولَ نهَـــارِه *** أخا السَّهدِ والنجوى إذا الليل أظلمـا
And so for the whole of his day, the companion of grief has become
the brother of sleeplessness and secret conversation when the night darkens
 
يقول: حَبيبي أنـتَ سُؤلِي وبَغيتي *** كفى بكَ للرَّاجـيـنَ سُؤلاً ومغنمـا
He says, ‘My beloved, You are what I request and desire
You are enough of a longing and benefit for those who have hope
 
ألـسْتَ الذي غذيْتني وهَــدَيْتني *** ولا زلتَ مَنـَّانـا عليّ ومُنعِـمــا
Are You not the One who has provided for me and guided me
And You have not ceased being gracious to me and full of favours
 
عسَى مَنْ لَـهُ الإحْسَانَ يَغفِرُ زَلتِي *** ويَسْترُ أوْزارِي ومـا قـدْ تقدَّمــا
Perhaps the Beneficent One will forgive my mistakes
And cover up my crime and what has gone forth
 
تعاظمَني ذنبـي فأقبلتُ خاشِعــاً *** وَلوْلا الرِّضَـا ما كنتُ يَاربِّ مُنعَمـا
My sins seemed very great to me, so I turned (to You) in humility
Were it not for my contentment in you, I wouldn’t, O my Lord, have seen any comfort at all
 
فإنْ تعْفُ عَني تعْفُ عَـنْ مُتمَرِّد *** ظلوم غشــوم لا يَـزايَـلَ مأتمـا
So if You forgive me, You would have forgiven a sinner,
A rebellious, oppressive tyrant still sinning
 
فإن تنتـقـِمْ مِني فلستُ بآيـسٍ *** ولو أدخلوا نفسي بجـُـرْم جَهَنَّمـا
So if You were to seek revenge from me, I would not despair
Even if they entered my soul into Jahannum, due to the sins
 
فجُرْمِي عَظيم مِن قديم وحـَـادِث *** وعفوكَ يَأتي العَبْـدَ أعْلى وأجْسَمــا
For my crimes are great, past and present
But Your forgiveness comes to the servant, more exalted and more great
 
حوالي َّ فضلُ الله مِن كلِّ جَانِـب *** ونورٌ مِن الرَّحمـَن يُفترش السَّمــا
The bounty of Allaah surrounds me from all sides
And Light from the Most Merciful has spread in the sky
 
وفي القلبِ إشراقُ المحب بوَصْلِه *** إذا قارب البُـشرَى وجَازَ إلى الحمى
And in the heart is the radiance of the beloved when he is reunited
And when glad tidings draw close, it becomes feverish
 
حوالي إينــاس مِن الله وَحْـدَه *** يُطالعَني فِي ظلـمـةِ القبرأنجَمــا
Exhilaration surrounds me, only for Allaah
It overlooks me in the darkness of the grave, apparent and clear
 
أصُونُ وَدادي أن يُدنّسـه الهَوَى *** وأحفظُ عـَهْدِ الـحُبِّ أن يَتثلمــا
I protect my love, lest my desires should pollute it
And I preserve the contract of love, lest it be defiled
 
ففي يَقظتِي شَوْقٌ وفي غَفوَتِي منى *** تلاحـِقُ خُـطوَى نـشوَةً وترنمـا
In my wakefulness is yearning and in my slumber is destiny
That’s pursuing my footsteps in ecstasy
 
ومَن يَعْتصِمْ بالله يُسَلم مِن الوَرَى *** ومَن يَرْجه هَـيْهَاتُ أنْ يَتندُمـــا
Whoever holds fast to Allaah, he is protected from men
And whoever hopes for Him, then never will he regret

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Friday, May 7, 2010

LIFE

Life is a maze,
which everyone must go through
but unlike a maze,
there is no exit,
until,
you,
die.

Life is a puzzle,
which everyone must solve
but unlike a puzzle,
it cannot be solved,
until,
you,
die.

Life is a vast, open sea,
which everyone must swim through
but unlike a sea,
there is no shore,
until,
you,
die.

Life is a high, high mountain,
which everyone must climb,
but unlike a mountain,
there is no peak,
until,
you,
die.

Life is something,
extraordinary to humans,
always a surprise,
and like a surprise,
you don't know of what's coming,
until,
you,
die.
 
Samiha Shaheed

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

"A Summers Leaf"


Majestically the suns ray becomes the theme,
A warmth coating all that lives... it is easy...
Dangling in dismay, a leaf unnoticed shades from sight.
Plucked... falls the leaf by the wind... still content.
Drifting from the abuse of the wind... its so colorful.
Tumbling gracefully with pains out of alienation...
Stillness... it is cold... this ground... and no wind.
Slowly the process begins to rot its inside...
Destruction... decay of its existence... a self implosion.
Drops of honeydew appear... dissipating 'the self'...
Struggling no more... death...

"Mommy, mommy...! Look...! It's so pretty. Can I keep it, mommy?"

Life.


By:
Yusef Abu Nasir Al Cambodee


The Stranger Is Not...

Very nice Arabic poem by Zaynul 'Aabideen 'Alee bin Husayn bin 'Alee bin Abee Taalib, radhiyallaahu 'anhum ajma'een, called "Laysal Ghareeb"