Abu Juwairiya
Junior Member
Close your eyes and imagine this
Eternal bliss,
your every wish,
at your finger tips
and more...
Perched on a throne, near a stream
So serene, and exquisite a scene
You've never seen
Yet you still dream
of more...
Gone is grief, gone is fear
Gone is pain, gone are tears
Idle speech you shall never hear
And the Prophets make up your social sphere
and more...
The martyrs, righteous and truthful too
You are from them, and they from you
They held tightly to what they knew was true
To accompany them, similarly must you do
theres more...
Maidens, chaste, who restrain their gaze
Lost in a glance for days and days
Fun and frolic, as a child plays
Where the breath that leaves your lips is praise
of the One that gave you more
Imagine you and your father, with ages the same
Imagine showing off your book with no shame
Imagine nights with the Companions, with their stories to entertain
Imagine Muhammad (S) knowing your name
What could be there more..
Gardens underneath which rivers flow
A goal so far, and yet so close
A journey worth taking, for those who know
Do you not wish to go..
for more?
For all the bounties, all the grace
All the pleasures, sights, smells and tastes
Will be forgotten, without a trace
as if frozen in time and space
When you see His Face
What an excellent Master, of a miserable slave
You forgot and He forgave
He gave you guidance, you still strayed
You asked for mercy, that He gave
and more...
Eternal bliss,
your every wish,
at your finger tips
and more...
Perched on a throne, near a stream
So serene, and exquisite a scene
You've never seen
Yet you still dream
of more...
Gone is grief, gone is fear
Gone is pain, gone are tears
Idle speech you shall never hear
And the Prophets make up your social sphere
and more...
The martyrs, righteous and truthful too
You are from them, and they from you
They held tightly to what they knew was true
To accompany them, similarly must you do
theres more...
Maidens, chaste, who restrain their gaze
Lost in a glance for days and days
Fun and frolic, as a child plays
Where the breath that leaves your lips is praise
of the One that gave you more
Imagine you and your father, with ages the same
Imagine showing off your book with no shame
Imagine nights with the Companions, with their stories to entertain
Imagine Muhammad (S) knowing your name
What could be there more..
Gardens underneath which rivers flow
A goal so far, and yet so close
A journey worth taking, for those who know
Do you not wish to go..
for more?
For all the bounties, all the grace
All the pleasures, sights, smells and tastes
Will be forgotten, without a trace
as if frozen in time and space
When you see His Face
What an excellent Master, of a miserable slave
You forgot and He forgave
He gave you guidance, you still strayed
You asked for mercy, that He gave
and more...