Muhammad
When you feel lost and go astray
When boredom crushes you down
Muhammad will show you the way
And spread enjoyment around
For he's the balm that heals maladies
The light that Leads us all to safety
When you are sad and melancholy
When gloom and darkness prevail
Muhammad will kindle your happiness
And illuminate your destiny
For he's the balm that heals maladies
The light that leads us all to safety
When you thirst for love and friendship
When loneliness assails you
Muhammad will quench your thirst
And cheer you up with companionship
For he's the balm that heals maladies
The light that leads us all to safety
When you feel insecure and unsettled
When fear dwells in your heart
Muhammad will sow quietude in you
And tear fearfulness apart
For he's the balm that heals maladies
The light that leads us all to safety
Will bridges of understanding be laid?
The thirsty mountains stand dejected
And await the return of the rain
The meandering river itches for love
And flows in introverted solitude
The trees along the banks strain to listen:
Will bridges of understanding be laid?
The recluse bushes hunger for the sun
And shiver in moist-soaked silences
For millennia, paths have been craving for steps
Or hooves or paws to come by:
Will bridges of understanding be laid?
The lonely islands heave their bosoms
And unfurl their emptiness
Their virgin wombs hug the waves
And kiss them feverishly but in vain:
Will bridges of understanding be laid?
The stars gape in their colossal majesty
And shine in their height and magnitude
The surrounding space remains
Unresponsive in its infinity:
Will bridges of understanding be laid?
Who else but khawla?
A solitary rose
Caressed by the breeze
Its sweet soft petals
Gently sipping the dew
Who else can it be
Tell me, who but you?
The Silky sunrise
Ascending from the east
With a wide, friendly smile
Enthralls my being and says:
It is khawla you see
Yes, who else but me?
You and me
In your eyes I can perceive
The gleaming path to heaven
And feel light and grace
Showering you and me.
So let's hand in hand
This earthly journey complete,
And be till the end
Slaves of the Almighty.
Mother
The rain falling on a dry, scarred land
Takes me back to your refreshing existence.
The cow licking her calf
As it sucks her breast
Recalls your tenderness.
The cooling oasis in the midst of the desert
Reminds me of your quenching presence.
The hen feeding her chicks
And depriving herself
Reminds me of your selflessness.
But you are far superior to all these, mother:
Your grace and beauty
Are not just triggered by nature or instinct;
They are molded in the cast of
Free choice and determination,
Chiseled in the rock of loving and caring.
I wish you were here today, mother
To read these lines that
Boast to express the inexpressible.
You would certainly want to thank me,
You might hold me in your arms,
Caress my hair
And lull me to sleep
Just like you did when I was a child.
Oh I am proud of you, mother:
My roots have sucked in enough of you
To allow me-despite the weight of years –
To stand still upright
And walk the few steps
That lead to our final embrace.
