Referred to himself as a traveler,
Yet in our hearts, his love remains eternal.
His ranks, highest,
Yet he never ate to his fullest.
On his camel, for five hours he cried for us,
Placing his hope in us.
Ya Rasul Allah, salutations and blessings be on you,
Love and peace be upon you.
Had it not been for your tears,
That Allah stood with us for years.
Had it not been for your prayers,
That Allah is standing with us here.
On the deathbed, who didn't have three deenars on him,
In Taif, who had stones thrown at him.
Because of his mercy, his love, his care,
Are we still here.
To the whole world, who did a favour,
That he asked of Allah, for a favour.
"After me, what will be of my Ummah?"
Replied Allah, "After you, I'll be with your Ummah."
Ya Sadiq, Ya Ameen,
Ya Muzammil, Ya Mudassir,
Ya Muhammad, Ya Siraj al-Muneer,
Ya Muwaqqar, Ya Misbah,
O' the Righteous, O' the Faithful,
O' the Enwrapped, O' the Shrouded
O' the Praised, O' the Incandescent,
O' the One held in awe, O' the Lantern,
For you we'd sacrifice ourself a million times over,
Yet not once can we return the favour.
That on the day of sorrows,
Will there come a grieving bellow;
'My ummah! My ummah!
My ummah! My ummah!'
How is it, my Nabi, that everything we do is for our sake,
Yet everything you do is for our sake?
