Poem: Prayers On The Prophet: Part Two – Novid Shaid
Prayers On The Prophet: Part Two
A Humble Homage To Ad Dalaailul Khayraat: Part Two
***
By Novid Shaid, 2011
***
For Shaykh Ahmed Babikr and the Saturday Night Dalaail
***
In the name of Allah Most Gracious Most Kind
Verily Allah and His Holy Angels on high
Send prayers upon our Prophet, most noble and divine
So invoke peace and blessings which forever multiply
O you who truly believe in His signs.
O Allah!
Send Your prayers and peace upon him
And upon his companions and kin,
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin,
By the number of vowels that were ever pronounced
Whether they were
Explaining Your Acts
Entreating Your Peace
Inviting Your Delight
Invoking Your Power
Musing upon Your Truths
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin,
By the number of letters that were ever typed or written
In ever alphabet of every language from the beginning
On palm leaves, palm tops, leaves of paper and on rocks
On every screen, scroll, sign, tablet, journal or box,
On every sheet of paper, cardboard, metal, whatever size,
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of people who ever walked and ate,
Of every racial hue, height, size and weight
Of every shape, figure, tribe and state
Of those densely crowded in sprawling cityscapes
And those dotted sparsely on country landscapes
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of every living species and things
By the numbers of fish gliding smoothly with their fins
By the number of birds that flock the sky
And the swarming insects in regions wet and dry
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the numbers of atoms fixed in our reality
Of every proton charging positively
And of every neutron, firing neutrally
By the number of every charging unit of electricity
And of every weight of force pulling magnetically
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of tears shed by grieving lovers
And the hungry cries of babies for their mothers
By the number of embraces between brothers
In the number of confiding words between sisters
And the smiles of rejoicing new fathers
In the number of sweets offered by grandfathers
And the doting glances of grandmothers
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of tears that Abu Bakr ever shed
By the number of wise words Umar ever said
And the number of coins Uthman ever spent
And the number of shields Ali’s sword ever shred
And the number of children Khadijah bred
And the number of narrations Aisha ever read
And the number of wives the Prophet ever wed
And the number of Nabi Muhammad’s noble friends,
From the day You made this life,
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of blessed steps Ibrahim ever took
By the number of prayers Maryam ever invoked
By the number of words with God Musa ever spoke
By the number of sinners Isa ever purified
By the number of Jinn Suleyman ever organised
By the number of years Nuh lived before his passage way on high
By the number of seconds, in the whale, Yunus spent inside
By the number of children Adam and Hawa ever spread
And all the Prophets, one hundred thousand!
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of every verse of the Quran
Read with fear, love, hope and to avert harm
By the number of hadith which are bona fide
The true accounts of Nabi Muhammad’s blessed life
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of every glorious sunrise in the east
And the number of every haunting sunset in the west
By the number of clouds that ever covered the sky
And the number of stars that ever twinkled in the night sky
Of every drop of rain, snow or sleet the sun ever dried.
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of salawaat that were ever sent
Upon Nabi Muhammad, the Leader of men,
By the number of tawbahs that were ever made
By weeping Momins before the rise of day
By the number of people who ever expressed
The pure shahadah and felt nearness
By the number of times our hands were ever raised
Asking for our needs and hoping for Your Grace
By the number of people who ever sinned
Then turned back to You and made amends
By the number of people who heard whispers from Shaytan
And averted his influence by asking for Your safeguards
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
O Allah!
Send Your peace and prayers upon him
And upon his companions and kin
By the number of times that You command “Kun”
And things come into being and fruition
By the number of times You end life with death
And raise people in their graves for their inquest
By the number of times You make manifest
Your Divine Names through Your actions and behests.
From the day You made this life
To the end when we arise
Every day a thousand times!
Oh Allah, send Your prayers and unrelenting salaam
upon the Master of the Messengers, the Seer of Islam,
and through this blessing, instil us with patience and calm
and deliver us and our families from harm.
And finally we pray, Allah Almighty,
bless the spirit of our inspirer Al Jazuli,
for reciting his Dalail, make us worthy,
through it, bless us with health and security.
I donate the reward of writing this to my parents and late grand parents, may Allah bless them and have mercy on them.
Note:
May Allah Most High bless, protect and shower His blessings upon Shaykh Ahmed Babikr and brothers who gather at Cricklewood mosque on Saturday nights to recite the Dalaail. It is from regularly attending these gathering, which Shaykh Babikr leads, that many of us in the UK have experienced some of the true spirit of the Dalaail, in the way it is recited in the Muslim world. My inspiration for writing this poem was gained from hearing the Dalaail sung with love and joy by the Shaykh and other brothers in the traditional Sudanese style. Jazak Allahu Kheiran Shaykh Babikr!
www.novid.co.uk
