Ascension Of Prophet Poem by Mohammad Younus

ASCENSION OF PROPHET
(Mèrāj-e-Mustafa)

Gabriel visits Umi Hani's home;
Overwhelms Muhammad with fathomless joy;
Wake up! wake up! for heavenly tour;
Leave this earthly abode a while;
Come with me riding my wings;
Lord's invitation has to be fulfilled;
Come beyond the contours of skies and earth;
Up above to the throne so high;
Piercing layers upon layers of darkness;
To step in the light upon light;
To leave behind the time and space;
There is God's eternal kingdom;
The angels all singing your praise;
Standing in columns and rows in joy;
Gabriel, Israphael, Michael, and Izrael...
Tonight are your lowly slaves;
The prophets and messengers...
Excited to welcome their son...
Elevated by God to the position high;
To be their seal and superlord!
Gabriel takes him along on wings;
The gates are thrown open;
Ask of God what you want;
See your beauty in His blessed light;
Ride up now on the flying Buraq;
God has made it from His pure light;
Flies at more than light speed;
Specially for your ascension;
The prophet mounts with grace...
To fly through time and space;
There is a tumult in the skies;
Here comes Lord's chosen one;
The sole purpose of His will!
For arranging this grand finale...
To reveal him the mysteries divine;
He meets the prophets waiting for him;
Then, he flies on Raf-Raf...
To go to the Sidrat-ul-Muntaha;
Gabriel stays behind in awe;
Muhammad only allowed in!
He gets to the truest essence;
Knows the secret of secrets...
Denied to prophets that came afore;
Muhammad turns around to Gabriel...
Why do you stay behind?
Come! Come! Come to me!
O' King of mysteries, Gabriel said
My way ends here, I cannot go beyond;
Should I venture to walk beyond...
My wings shall fume to ashes...
By the radiation of God's light;
Then he goes alone to lofty and sublime throne;
Dedicates himself to Him utterly;
Cutting off himself from every other;
Mighty Gabriel looks like a wren;
Proceeds further to the unseen of unseen;
Àrash, Kursi, Sidrah, all vanish!
It is the Lāmakān, where soul and the eye avail not!
He hears a cry from the essential self;
Shed off your soul and body both!
See in my face your essence!
O My purpose! My darling!

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