poems about islam

[hamid_al-murid]

salaam all

some of these will be about islam without knowing it. that is, i put them in there because i think they get close to a deep religious sentiment that may be common to all good humans, and therefore of course is present in islam.

but the first one is pretty direct...
for anyone of us who has any loneliness in us anywhere, or at any time.

MY EYES SO SOFT

Don't surrender your loneliness so quicly.
Let it cut more deep.

Let it ferment and season you
as few human or even
divine ingredients can.

Something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft,
my voice so tender,
my need of God absolutely clear.

~hafiz

[hamid_al-murid]

to me these are all about the ummah. to me the ummah is something that isn't limited to those able to identify themselves as muslims. it is something all human beings need and long for, and to offer it for the sake of God is the best and maybe sometimes the only kind of da'wah. it can offer the fragrance of the deen even to those who would argue with anything else you could reach out to them with...a fragrance that flies to many many places, carried on the wind.

i thought first of one poem, but it reminds me of another one that i've posted on the forum before.

here's the first


For the Children

The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:

stay together
learn the flowers
go light

— Gary Snyder, from Turtle Island

and:

A MESSAGE FROM THE WANDERER

Today outside your prison I stand,
and rattle my walking-stick;
Prisoners, listen: you have relatives outside,
and there are thousands of ways to escape.

Years ago, I bent my skill to keep my cell locked;
I had chains smuggled to me in pies,
and shouted my plans to the jailors;

but always new plans occurred to me,
or the new heavy locks bent the hinges off,
or some stupid jailer would forget
and leave the keys.

Inside, I dreamed of constellations,
those feeding creatures outlined by stars,
their skeletons a darkness between jewels;
heroes that exist only where they are not.

Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought
and just as—often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and you look back and then—even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass. And then you see.

That's the way everything in the world is waiting.

Now, these few more words and then I’m gone.
Tell everyone just to remember their names,
and remind others, later, when we find each other.
Tell the little ones to cry and then go to sleep,
curled up where they can. And if any of us gets lost,
if any of us can’t come all the way, remember:
There will be a time when all we have said,
and all we have hoped, will be alright.

There will be that form in the grass.

--William Stafford


Allah hafiz
hamid

[hamid_al-murid]

YOU WERE BRAVE IN THAT HOLY WAR

You have done well in the contest of madness.
You were brave in that holy war.

You have all the honorable wounds
of one who has tried to find love
where the beautiful bird does not drink.

May I speak to you
like we are close and locked away together?

Once I found a stray kitten
and I used to soak my fingers in warm milk;
it came to think I was five mothers
on one hand.

Wayfarer, why not rest your tired body?
Lean back and close your eyes....
Come morning, I will kneel by your side and feed you.
I will so gently spread open your mouth
and let you taste something of my sacred mind and life.

Surely there is something wrong with your ideas of God...
O, surely there is something wrong with your ideas of God...
if you think Our Beloved would not be so tender.

~Hafiz

[lumumba_s]

As'salamu 'alaykum,

Sidi Yusuf Zanella has made a refreshing new translation of the Burda of Imam al-Busayri (al-Kawakib al-Durriyya fi Madh Khayr al-Bariyya) on his blog (http://cphinterpretation.blogspot.com/). It retains much of the poetic language that is lost in other translations, while faithfully representing the imagery and emotion of the original, IMO.


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In the Name of Allah, Most Merciful and Compassionate
Our Lord bless and greet ever with peace
Your beloved the best of all beings created


I


Is it your memory of tents near Dhi Salam that
draws tears wed to blood from your eyes –
the squall from Kazima,
lightning out of Idam’s umber?

And eyes, you say, enough yet they water?
Heart, you say, sense yet it soars?
The lover thinks love is hid?
What, by tears and smoking heart?

If not for longing would you cry in ruins?
Fret mere jaw from high and mighty cypress?
How deny love laid bare
by tears and blood, each a just witness?

Love plowed twin furrows in dry flesh,
yellowed your cheeks, bloodied your face.

Comes nightly, yes. Love, pins lid to brow,
and makes a trial out of joy.

You who fault my passion, pardon.
Were you fair you’d tear a strip off none.
My state you see. My secret’s with
the gossip and the crush only tightens.

You warned. I did not heed.
The lover’s deaf to reason.
Wary of counsel,
though the wise be above suspicion.

[yusuf zanella © 2005]

[hamid_al-murid]

COVERS HER FACE WITH BOTH HANDS









What

we speak

becomes the house we live in.






Who will want to sleep in your bed

if the roof leaks

right above

it?






Look what happens when the tongue

cannot say to kindness,




"I will be your slave."






The moon

covers her face with both hands






And can't bear

to look.







~hafiz

[Anisah Ali-Hashim]

As'salamu Wa'laiykum Wa Rahmatullah Wa Barakatu.........

Masha'Allah you guys have posted some good poems (Alhamdulilah).

I have a poem I would like to post. I read it a while ago, but I really like it.

Insha'Allah my fellow borhters and sisters in islam will like it to (Insha'Allah).

I am a Muslim
And God I praise
For all his blessings
My voice I raise
In one God I believe
No equal has He
Lord of the universe
Compassionate to me
Muhammad the Prophet
Taught me the way
To be honest and truthful
Throughout everyday
The Holy Qur'an
To life is my guide
Its teachings I follow
By it I abide
Islam is my religion
Preaches good deeds
Mercy and Kindness
To the right path it leads
Upon all humanity
God showers his grace
Regardless of colour
Nationality or race
Through working together
Our hopes increase
To live in a world
Full of love and peace
Full of love and peace
I am a Muslim
And God I praise
For all His blessings
My voice I raise

Barak'Allah for all those muslims who read this poem. Allah will reward the writer Insha'Allah (Jazak'Allah)

Fiamanu'Allah
Wa Salam Anisah