CIF INTERNATIONAL ASSOCIATION

العقيدة الإسلامية الصحيحة

 

 

 

 

 

THE SECRET TO TRANQUILITY

English Poetry 

   

 

 VENERATION OF DIGNITARIES  

 
(1)
 
 
O’my Shuyookh I am so thankful
For all your help I am grateful
 
You were so kind,  and so favorable
Your teaching style, was so amiable
How gracefully,  you refined my heart 
In explaining things, you were apart 
 
You instilled in me,  the love of Allah,
His Prophet ﷺ, and all His Awliya Allah
I really don't know,  when did I change
The transformation, was really strange
 
O’my Shuyookh I am so thankful
For all your help I am grateful
 
I loved you a lot, for your kindness
For Awliya Allah, I developed fondness
On divine way, you led me along
On this path,  you made me strong
 
You introduced me,  to Awliya Allah
Prophet’s Caliphs, and many Sahaba
I learned a lot,  in their company
I am grateful to God,  for my destiny
 
O’my Shuyookh I am so thankful
For all your help I am grateful
 
With  meteoric pace,  I came of age
You pushed me reach,  to this stage
No words to express, my full gratitude
You let me peak,  at this altitude
 
Help me spread, your legacy
In cleaning hearts, from  heresy
Let people benefit, in this life
And salvation,  in afterlife
  
O’my Shuyookh I am so thankful
For all your help I am grateful
 
 

 
(2)
 
 
I met a dignitary,  who was graceful
Gracious he was, and looked respectful
My Shaikh introduced him, and asked me to greet
I kissed his hands, and his feet
 
Never seen someone,  so angelic, in face
Full of virtue, and Archangel's grace
He was so helpful, I always adore
He  changed my life, like never before
 
I spent some years, in his tutorship 
And learned a lot,  in his scholarship
He taught me the way, to be zestful
He was aware, and  sure mindful
 
He was epic, his company purposeful
I recall those years, and feel blissful
I am indebted,  in so many ways
No words can describe, his full praise
 
He stood by me, in many contentions
When devils created, many dissensions
He was with me, when Satan hassled
His evil crushed, and he was shackled
 
He had a purpose, of his stay
Without fulfilling, He wouldn't go away
He did it,  in style, and helped us all
And I was saved, from any down fall
 
 

 
(3)
 
  
I saw the Prophet ﷺ in my dreams
Since childhood, and through my teens
For explication, my Shuyookh were there
They helped me in knowing, whatever it means
 
But, I did not see, Khulafa-e-Rashideen
Except Hadhrat Ali ؓ, others were unseen
I saw Hadhrat Ali ؓ in a childhood dream
But, respect of all, remained supreme
 
One night I had, a great emprise
 I was in Zikr, with closed eyes
I received a call, from my Shaikh 
Who briefed me about, a great surprise  
 
It was after, the Isha Prayer
I stopped the Zikr, and waited with care
Lo! Hadhrat Abu Bakr ؓ was, in front of me
In an elegant attire, and Arabic wear
 
Greatly moved from pleasant surprise
Tears came out, from my eyes
I kissed his hands and touched his feet
And looked forward,  for his advise
 
Prophet ﷺ sent him, for a specific cause
I needed to know, certain clause
After the meet, he took me, with him
To a certain place, to my heart's applause 
 
I did have the honor, to see him sometimes
His company has been, my best of times
I found him sublime, with prophet like traits
He talks with authority, oftentimes  
 
 

 
(4)
 
 
One day the Prophet summoned me
And instructed, soon, to go and see
Someone important, for a certain task
I rushed in,  following his decree
 
The person, on the mentioned location
Was  inside his, elegant  mansion
I went inside, and found Hadhrat Umar ؓ
To my surprise and jubilation
 
I kissed his hands, & touched his feet
He hugged me smiling, and offered a seat
I looked at him, and recalled his services
For Islamic nation, no one can beat
 
My meeting was long, and  fruitful
For all his advice, I was grateful
I found his person,  like a magnate
Astute and wise, he was graceful
 
I saw him oft, after that meet
Was amazed by his, humble retreat
I learned a lot, in his company
And became a person, no one can beat  
 
 

 
(5)
  
 
When I was a child,  I saw a graceful dream
In the lawn of a house, I yippee and beam 
Seeing Hadhrat Ali ؓ entering the house
I called him Baba, my face lighted with sheen 
 
There were some children, in that august house
We all were playing,  below a birdhouse
Our mother Fatima ؓ  was in the court yard  
Busy in some chore, in that modest house
 
Since that dream, I loved Ali ؓ , as father
And Sayyeda Fatima ؓ, as my mother
Their love was engraved on my little heart
The flame of love, no one could smother
 
Years gone by, and I grew old
Under my shuyookh, I reached a threshold
I was given access, to meet dignitaries
Allah's bounties were truly manifold
 
Prophets, Sahabah and Awliya Allah
Any one could call, and see me Subhanallah
I sacrifice my Life on you O' Prophet ﷺ
This is your charity, and mercy of Allah
 
I first met Hadhrat Ali ؓ  in a meeting
He was with Prophet ﷺ, and was discussing
I was aware, he was my forefather
I kept him starring with intense feeling
 
When he was alone, I kissed his feet
I was thrilled, my heart raised its beat
 The Prophet ﷺ and Ali ؓ  both smiled 
 I was  elated, the moment was so sweet
 
 

 
 
(6)
  
 
In Imam Hussain ؓ  honor,  and felicitation
Tenth Muharram, in 'other world', is ovation
Prophets, Sahabah and Awliya attend
And people join in, for his veneration
  
Prophet’s ﷺ sermon, on this occasion,
In praise of Hasanain ؓ , and admiration,
For their services, to Islam and Muslims,
Is hallmark & testimony, of their devotion.
 
Many counters are,  expressly made
And people stand,  in Ques, in glade
To receive offerings, of Imam Hussain ؓ
They walk quietly in, and out of arcade
 
I  am invited for this event
For their veneration, I am present 
 Love of Prophet ﷺ ,  for his Ahle Bait,
Is unique in history, there is no precedent
 
In my first attendance, of this annual meet
When I looked at Imams ؓ,  I was upbeat 
They were sitting, beside Prophet ﷺ
I saluted them all,  and kissed their feet
 
Hasanain ؓ  are unique in many ways
I find no words for their praise
They are leaders of Muslim Ummah
And their nobility, none can appraise
 
 

 
 
(7)
 
 
When I was a child, I heard about him
In the school days, I read about him
 
I read his books, in my adolescence
And was awed by,  his quintessence
 
My Shaikh told me, his elevated state
No one could reach,  to his epic mandate
 
I developed a desire,  to connect with him
And my longing,  reached to the brim
 
My Shaikh realized, my love for him
And took me to him,  along with him
 
My delight and elation, I can’t convey
When I met Ghousul Azamؓ  on that day
 
I kissed his hands and touched his feet
He was so gracious and talked so sweet
 
Our meetings became oft with time
I found Ghousul Azamؓ ,  was so sublime
 
He told me a lot,  about his life
And many episodes,  about  his strife
 
One day my Shaikh,  informed me
Ghousul Azamؓ  called,  and wanted to see
 
I was taken to,  a very big hall
It was end of the day, before night fall
 
Many Awliya Allah,  had gathered there
And the time was up,  for the Maghrib prayer
 
I was asked to  give,  the call for prayer
And was summoned to lead,  the Maghrib prayer
 
Ghousul Azamؓ  then,  called me to greet
And placed around my neck, the chaplet of feat
 
The significance of the event,  was so great
Everyone present,  appreciated the fete
 
All Awliya Allah,  congratulated loudly
Their honor and praise,  touched me deeply
 
 

 


 
(8)
 
 
Awliya Allah, are perceivers
Of divine mercy, receivers
Be part of, their circle
They are, Islamic reveres
 
There are status & ranks
In Sufi orders and their shanks 
Hadhrat Khwaja Moinuddin ؓ
Is pivot, among Chishtee swanks
 
He is a distinguished preacher
And my, prominent teacher
I held his hand, on Sufi way
And walked along extended deeper
 
He is rare, in many ways
Even Awliya, are amaze
Famous as, Gharib Nawaz ؓ
Sultan-ul-Hind ؓ, is his apt praise
 
In Awliya, he is leader
Belongs to, top cadre
I met many dignitaries
But he is an exclusive beaver
 
His presence, is so important
And his mercy, gushing torrent
For over one millenium
  On Indian Muslims, is constant
 
He is part of, a grand team
Of Ghousul Azam’s ؓ  stream
Correct faith propagation
Because of them, is agleam
 

 

 
(9)
 
 
When I visit the domes, of Awliya Allah
I witness the shower,  of Mercy of Allah
Like tiny pieces,  of clouds falling,
In blue blissful drizzle, all praise for Allah 
 
 The backdrop there, is calm and serene
Covered with grace, and peaceful sheen
Awliya are busy, in their daily chores
But attend to visitors,  as a routine
 
They keep files, of people who visit
And are abreast of, their requisite
After every Salah, they pray for them
Until their visitors' problems persist
 
Awliya Allah, are like flowers
Different in colors, looks and powers
They are  blessed, in both the worlds
In Muslim Ummah, they are like towers
 
They remain hidden from physical eyes
But are visible to, the spiritual eyes
Visit them often, and connect with them
Know about their life, & follow their advise
 
Corrupt, two faced, there are some men
Caretakers, henchmen & middle men
They defame Awliya, for worldly greed
And operate from, their shrine's den
 
Don’t annoy Awliya,  from transgression
Beware, they are, in divine protection
Stop deceiving,  the believing men,
Who come to Awliya,  for consolation