#Islamic Poetry

[quranjournals]

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[suhyla]

Tell me oh Yusuf, what did you feel

When that old dream of yours was finally real

You’ve gone through so much, all on your own

The son of Prophets, cut off from home

You loved your brothers and were still betrayed

Sold as a slave without an escape

But it was not all for naught, Allah had a plan

With patience and wisdom, you became a man

You tamed your desires when it was not easy to do

Yet they threw you in prison and left you accused

You spent years with royalty and then years alone

Then came a dream by the king of the throne

Allah gave you a gift, a purpose to fulfill

Decreed long before you were thrown in the well

You made sense of things that no one else could

You heard the King’s dream and you understood

Famine would come, Egypt would have to prepare

Every little detail was in Allah’s care

You rescued Egypt, the King offered his thanks

Soon after, you received both freedom and rank

You observed patience and after all these years

Wrongs were made right and your name was clear

You became a minister, the story was not over yet

In came the brothers who deemed you a threat

For the drought did not impact Egypt alone

Need for grains brought your brothers from home

You knew them at once, for how could you forget?

But they knew you not and had no regret

Coming together, all according to plan

The climax of the story finally began

The moment arrived, the truth was made clear

Yusuf was not dead, Yusuf was here

They had to admit their wrongs at last

Unearthing all that they thought had passed

How beautiful were you, and how pure a heart

To forgive for the sake of a brand new start

Welcoming them to Egypt with safety and peace

Reunited with Yaqoub, whose prayers did not cease

You once had a dream, before all the scars

You dreamed of the sun and moon and stars

Prostrating to you, and now it was real

So tell me oh Yusuf, how did it feel?

To know the promise of Allah was true

Friend of my heart, I draw strength from you

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[aslisjournal]

Tawwakul, a children's poetry book, Asli Hersi

it's a great reminder for us brothers and sisters to not despair, Allah's help will arrive soon. Check out the free pdf here, but if you can please purchase, as all proceeds go to my local masjid's youth program.

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[pyaariposting]

kitna kuch hone ke baad, kitna kuch sehne ke baad, kitna kuch khone ke baad, maslihat, mayoosi, tanhai, yakeen, sabr, ehtaram, dua aur intezaar ke baad sajda karna seekhaya jaata hai. mai uss sajde ki kaifiyat alfaaz mein kabhi bayaan nahin kr paayi jab insaan aakhirkar Allah ke roobaru khada hota hai, wo sajda itna takleef-deh hota hai ke dil chah rha hota hai ke abhi ye sar sajde mein gire aur rooh parwaz kar jaaye. Aur uss waqt ka manzar alfaaz mein kaise bayaan ho skta hai jo Allah se mulakaat ki jaati hai, nadaamat se bhari aankhein aur shrm se bhara dil uske saamne khol kr rkh diya jaata hai, aankhon se rava aansu aur sabr ki kaifiyat sunayi jaati hai. Jab na daaye janib koi shakhs hota hai na baaye janib. chaaron taraf Allah ki aagosh mehsoos hoti hai jaise usse zor se gale se laga rkha ho. Jab alfaaz ki lambi list bhi khtm ho jaati hai aur khamoshi se rooh laraz uthti hai, jab dua ke liye haath uthane ki bhi himmat nahin rehti. Bas uss aakhiri marhale pe pohonch kr rabb mil jaata hai. Tab dil kehta hai ya Allah mein bade hadson se guzar kr aaya hu yahan. Maine sabr mein kami nahi ki, to ab mujhe bhi sile mein kami nahin chahiye! Ab mujhe bhi siley mein Tu chahiye sirf Tu...bs phir wo mil jaata hai aur sab mukammal hojata hai.

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[qahwahthoughts]

‎tawakkul 🤍 تَوَكُّل

‎“what is meant for you will reach you, even if it is between two mountains.” There’s no need to rush nor feel anxious for the future because what’s yours will be yours. So tie your camel and have تَوَكُّل, for الله knows the best & He is the best planner.

- qahwahthoughts on twitter

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[wrappedinamysteryy]

A Poem based on the name of Allāh, Al-Musawwir, from my book Calming Echoes, a reminder of the one Who created you.

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[razinverse]

I returned to the prayer mat, the land where I celebrate the reunion of all the fragments of myself that I lost while walking upon the dunya. I returned to the prayer mat and every sad thing inside of me turned beautiful. Every pain turned into joy. Every breath felt like breathing in an entire constellation. Flowers started to grow on my flawed walls and the pain that came with the heartache suddenly bursted into fireworks in my sky of hopefulness. Tears rushed to put out the flame that was burning me from the inside out. I put my head down but it was my heart that fell down and got sunk into the deep earth. I touched my forehead on the ground but I felt touching the windowpanes of my heart from inside. The heaviness that sunk me in the dark oceans of the dunya suddenly vanished and I found myself floating above every places where I once drowned. Prayers, are the streetlights to the way home and they themselves feels like home too.

-Ig: lifeofmajnun

#islamic poetry #prayers #majnun #aesthetic #poetry

[al-fawaaid]

حقيقة الدنيا

هرَبوا من الرقِّ الذي خُلِقوا له *** فبُلوا برقِّ النفسِ والشيطانِ

They fled from the slavery for which they were created for, so they were trialled and became slaves to their desires and Shayṭān.

 لا ترضَ ما اختاروه هم لنفوسِهم *** فقد ارتضَوا بالذلِّ والحرمانِ

Do not be pleased with what they have chosen for themselves, for they are content with humiliation and deprivation.

لو ساوَتِ الدنيا جناحَ بعوضةٍ *** لم يسقِ منها الربُّ ذا الكُفرانِ

If this world [to Allāh] was equal to a mosquito’s wing, then The Lord would not have given an infidel a drink of water from it,

ِلكنها واللهِ أحقرُ عنده *** من ذِي الجناحِ القاصرِ الطيران

but, by Allāh, it is more despicable to Him than the bird that is incapable of flying.

[النونية لابن القيم]

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[creatediana]

Ruba'i by the Sufi poet Mahsati (1098–1185), translated by Paul Smith

After nearly 900 years, Mahsati is highly respected for her courageous poetry that condemned religious fanaticism and prejudices, hypocrisy and dogmas. In the city of Ganjeh in Azerbaijan, a street and a school, an academic institution, a museum and others have been named after her.

#influences #sufi poetry #mahsati #female poets #islamic poetry #sufism #muslim women #poetry by women #women poets #women in islam #ruba'i #religious poetry

[hussyknee]

Every time I see Rumi's poems in English it breaks my heart because they're always from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks, a huckster who doesn't even know Persian and mistranslated and erased Islam from them. The West cannot touch anything without warping it beyond recognition and then hawking it all over the globe to line their own pockets.

I know the translations by AJ Arberry and William Chittock are considered a lot more faithful, but I really want to read one by a scholar from Iran or at least the Middle East. I'm so tired of having to talk to communicate with other Global South cultures through the West.

#colonization #orientalism #islamic poetry #islamic culture #iran #persian literature #cultural appropriation #white supremacy #english literature #rumi #poetry #decolonisation #racism #islamophobia #knee of huss

[quranjournals]

(dua for rizq)

(َ ٱللَّهُمَّ رَبَّنَاۤ أَنزِلۡ عَلَیۡنَا مَاۤىِٕدَةࣰ مِّنَ ٱلسَّمَاۤءِ تَكُونُ لَنَا عِیدࣰا لِّأَوَّلِنَا وَءَاخِرِنَا وَءَایَةࣰ مِّنكَۖ وَٱرۡزُقۡنَا وَأَنتَ خَیۡرُ ��لرَّ ٰ⁠زِقِینَ)

[Surah Al-Ma'idah 114]

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[her-scattered-pages]

𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢, "𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦."

"𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴."

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[that-love-is-all-there-is]

I tried and tried to run away from God, but in my escape I fell into Him. I stuck and delivered many a blow, but came back only with my own blood on my hands. Indeed, I implored, I have truly wronged myself by sinning. I have gone against my own nature. In the end the blow I sought to deal the divine landed on my own head, and dazed, spitting blood, I sought refuge in my target. The Merciful held space, then, even for me. Yea, even for me.

#my poetry #poetry #Islamic poetry #prose poems

[samyaiftikhar]

تفوتنا صلاة الفجر من أجل الفراش الدافئ. ألا ندرك أن ذلك السرير الدافئ قد يتحول إلى نار مشتعلة في يوم من الأيام؟

We miss our Fajr prayer because of a warm bed. Do we not realize that one day that warm bed might become a blazing fire?

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[willknightauthor]

A.Z. Foreman is an amazing linguist who's not only an expert in reconstruction who can personally pronounce even dead languages like a native speaker, he's also a translator and poet in his own right. Even just this little bit is amazing, maybe the best translation of the Shahnameh I've yet seen.

Exordium

Now in the name of God all things extol, The Lord of wisdom and the human soul, Beyond which there does not exist a thing Our minds can ever compass, Sovereign King Of all that is, of every name and place, Guide and sustainer of the human race, The cosmic Lord who wheels the stars of night, Who gave the sun, the moon and Venus light, Above all name or thought or signifying, High artificer of the underlying. You can't make out your Maker with your eye However much you strain it. Do not try. Minds can't grasp Him. He is the overall Being unnameable, unplaceable. It would take more than sapience to attain Things so beyond this elemental plane. Our minds with every word in their command Have only words for what they understand, So none knows how to praise Him as He is. Just bind yourself in reverence. You are His. He measured out the intellect, defined The soul of man. How would a measured mind Contain Him? Could the implements of thought Or soul or language rightly praise what brought Them into being? You need but confess That He exists, and speak no idleness. Seek the right path. Have reverence and awe, And go about with care to heed His law. This is the fact: to know is to be strong. And knowing God will turn the old heart young. But words can never pierce the veil we see. Our mind will never touch His quiddity.

In Praise of Reason

Now that I see the chance for it arise Here let me talk of reason to the wise, For it is greater than God's other gifts. Better its praise than justice. It uplifts The heart. It is life's vanguard, guides the vexed. It is your aid in this world and the next, Your fount of grief and joy, the origin Of every moment that you lose or win. If it goes dark, even the brightest soul Will never live a day of feeling whole Or happy. So a man of eloquence Once said to nourish our intelligence: "Whoever does not pay his wisdom heed Will slice himself to shreds with every deed, Wise men deem him an idiot and a danger As his own people turn him out a stranger." In this world as the next, it keeps you free. The man whose reason breaks finds slavery. For reason is the sole eye of the soul. The eyeless in this world have no control. It was created first, before all else, To brace the soul and the three sentinels Called eye and ear and tongue. These are the three That bring about all ill and good you see. Who can praise soul and reason fitly here? Even if I were fit to, who could hear? Since we're unfit to speak about all this, Let's hear instead how God made all that is. You, authored by the Lord who willed the days, Don't know this world's overt or covert ways. Let those who know show you the way. Go on Throughout this world, and talk to everyone. And when you've heard all wise men have to say, Still don't stop learning for a single day. Then, when you reach the high word-branches, know That knowledge cannot reach the root below.

The Creation of the World

You need to know the truth, as we begin, Of this world's elemental origin, When out of nothing God created matter In order for His potency to matter. From it, the stuff of the four elements Came in no time and with no toil. Immense Fire arose shining, burning into birth, Then wind and water flowed upon dark earth. First, fire was blown to motion. Hot and high It blazed till there was such a thing as dry. Then it was stilled again as cold took hold, And the first moisture grew out of the cold. The elements existed now, and curled Together so to form our fleeting world. Combining and compounding genera Formed the high orders of phenomena. So came the skydome spinning black and blue With wonders at full tilt, forever new, Revealing stars and planets and their signs, Each in its place, befitting His designs. The spheres were shaped inside each other, cast In motion as the structure set. At last, With sea and desert, dale and mountain height, The earth shone like a colored lamp at night. The mountains loomed. The waters coalesced And every sprouting plant reared up its crest. But Earth itself received no place on high. It was the darkling axis. In the sky A starfield's wonders blazoned overhead Lighting the earth up with the sheen they shed. Fire surges up. Water pours down. The sun Goes round the earth to make its daily run. Grass sprouted up with the assorted trees Happily pressing their heads upward. These Just grow and do not move, for they lack all The animacy of an animal. Animals soon appeared. Those moving things Tamed growing plants beneath their legs and wings. They eat and sleep and rest, and so they thrive. Their satisfaction lies in being alive. No speaking tongue, no seeking mind, they're free To gratify themselves on grass and tree. They do not know if they do good or ill. The Lord asks nothing of them. Grants no will. He is almighty, all-knowing and fair, So nothing's hidden from Him anywhere, Yet none of His creations comprehend The way the workings of this world will end.

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[wrappedinamysteryy]

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