O! Under the canopy of divine grace,
The essence of spirituality flows in every space.
Radiant beacon sacred verses on their way,
For guiding the spirits who are at bay.
As night unfurls its might, an effulgent command shines bright,
A radiant decree, glimpsing light.
Unpretentious hearts in modest display,
Seeking forgiveness, energy that leads to the righteous way.
The Hush hour of the night, hour so gracious has arrived,
The stars dangling luminous bright,
Angels plummeted clothed in divine.
The words of Allah (SWT) a celestial grace
Revealed to mankind in this revered space.
Under the spotless dark I sat at the gate,
With the hope for redemption’s sake.
In the darkness I found,
Tidings of peace, purification in lakes and flakes.
Before my Master, the fallen devotee in creed,
Stood forlorn, preferred embodiment of dry weed.
Ah! Scattered before YOU are all my beads,
Whispers hint within, YOU will wrap deeds in their creed.
\(Author teaches English at Kashmir Harward Educational Institutue, Habak Naseem Bagh)
