sultan Abdul Hamid I
Praise Of The Prophet - Poem by sultan Abdul Hamid I
O my master, O Messenger of Allah, take my hand:
I have none besides you, nor will I pause to rely on anyone but you.
For you are the light of guidance in everything that exists
and you are the secret of munificence and the best reliance.
And you are in truth the helper of all creation,
and you are the guide of mortals to Allah, Owner of help.
O you who stand on the Station of Praise, singled out
by the One Who is Single, Who is not begotten and does not beget.
O you from whose fingers rivers burst forth
so that he quenched the thirst of the numerous army.
Verily, if I am faced with harm and fearful injustice
I say: O Master of masters, O my support!
Be my intercessor with the Merciful regarding my mistakes
and grace me with what eludes my heart.
And look upon me always and ever with kind eyes,
and cover with your favor my shortcomings all my life.
Kindly bestow on me encompassing forgiveness
for from you, O my master, I was never separated.
I have sought as my means the elect one, the noblest of any
that ascended the heavens, the secret of the Unique One?
O Lord of beauty! Exalted is Allah Who created him,
for such as him in all creation I have never seen?
The best of creatures, the apex of Messengers,
the treasure of humankind and their guide to integrity!
In him I have taken refuge: perhaps Allah will forgive me.
This is what I count on and firmly believe.
Therefore his tireless praise shall never cease to be my task
and love of him sustains me in the presence of the Lord of the Throne.
Upon him the purest of endless blessings without cease
together with greetings that cannot be stemmed nor counted
And upon his Family and Companions, a glorious folk all,
The ocean of forgiveness, the people of generosity and aid!
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