Mona Haydar - Ya Habibi Ya Tabibi

inspired by Surah Duha

O my Lord, if the greatness of my sins increase,
then I know that Your forgiveness is greater

If only the righteous called on You,
then who would the criminal go to?

I call on You my Lord,
as you commanded, with reverence

And if You turn my hands away,
then who else will have mercy?

يا رب إن عظمت ذنوبي كثرة * فلقد علمت بأن عفوك أعظم إن كان لا يرجوك إلا محسن * فبمن يلوذ و يستجير المجرم إني دعوت كما أمرت تضرعا * فإذا رددت يدي فمن ذا يرحم ما لي إليك وسيلة إلا الرجا * و جميل عفوك ثم أني مسلم
It is enough of an honour for you that you are His slave,
And it is enough of a boast for you that He is your Lord.
Arab poet (via meditatingsouls)
Tagged with:  on point  Allah  poetry  poem     Reblogged from zuleikha-deactivated20121202

amirsulaiman:

::CISSE::

with each click of his tasbih

I am moved past me

into the ever lasting

each click of his tasbih

it casts me

into a sea without shore

did Allah not ask me

am I not your Lord

yes

but since then

I was born

I have been deluded

by the world of forms

I have been deluded

by the world of forms

until his grandfather

brought forth the deluge

and a storm

that will wash away all else

besides the face of our Lord

his grandson

why else did his father and mother

make him Mahy

except that he would obliterate

all of the idols that ive built inside of me

so much so that you don’t see me

you only see Cisse

so much so that you don’t see me

you only see Cisse

with each click of his tasbih

I am moved past me

into the ever lasting

with his haillallah

I am in Allah

made me so happy I thought id cry

made me so alive I thought id die

oh revealer and concealer

the poets pen will splinter

if I dared to enter

into the reality of my master and mentor

in all of my years ive only known winter

your being summoned

both spring and summer

a land of wonder

with names too great to mention

and their quantity too great to number

why else did his father and mother

make him Mahy

except that he would obliterate

all of the idols that ive built inside of me

so much so that you don’t see me

you only see Cisse

so much so that you don’t see me

you only see Cisse

Tagged with:  Mahy  allah  amir sulaiman  cisse  dhikr  islam  poem  poetry  spoken word  tasbih  summer  winter  spring     Reblogged from amirsulaiman