This is a poem I wrote last night, the first night of Rabīʿ Al-ʾAwwal, in the year of 1445 AH.

That first night has arrived,

You bring ease to my mind,

Ṣalawāt fills this empty heart,

Sufficing it for no other love is needed,

You reached the heights, you succeeded,

To our Lord you pleaded,

And on that day you shall intercede,

Crying ʾUmmatī ʾUmmatī,

A mercy to the worlds,

Despite the pain and hurt,

They flung at you,

You chose mercy,

Yā Ḥabībī,

I miss you,

For all I want to do is see you,

Even a mirage would quench my thirst,

For in my heart you come first,

You turned this dark soul,

To light through your love,

Embracing you is my goal,

For I want to be able to say,

“I made it” on that Day,

Yā Muḥammadāh!

Fill this cup with your love!

For I am thirsty,

And am a constant sinner,

Yet even in your grave,

You praise and seek forgiveness,

What an amazing grace!

Unique in every facet,

Enjoining the good, forbidding the evil,

Praised as Bil-Ḵuluqil-ʿAẓīm,

Only with the believers you are Raʾūfur-Raḥīm,

Mawlāya Ṣalli Wasallim Dāʾiman ʾAbadan,

ʿAlā Habībika Ḵayril-Ḵalqi Kullihimi,

Mawlāya Ṣalli Wasallim Dāʾiman ʾAbadan,

ʿAlā Habībika Ḵayril-Ḵalqi Kullihimi,

My Beloved, I only want for you to be pleased with me.