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What life is a life

Exemplar of mercy
A life that is severed
And far from Muammad

And prayers of The Lord
With prayers unmatched
Our prayers fall short
Our Master Muammad

Allh, with our hands
And our hearts in submission
That recognise little
Yet thank you deep down

Send peace on Muammad
By the number of creatures
That have ever existed
Of what we have witnessed

By the number of eyes
By the number of teeth
Of all the creation
By the number of insects

By the number of raindrops
By the amount of grass
By the number of droplets
By the number of branches,

That is distant from him?
Sent to mankind and
A life that is severed And in life deceased
ammad Upon him be peace
And prayers of The Lord The King of all worlds
With prayers unmatched Transcendent of words
Our prayers fall short In recompensing his due
ammad So we turn to You
h, with our hands Extended out high
And our hearts in submission Discerning eyes
That recognise little Of his lofty station
Yet thank you deep down To be of his nation
ammad And copious prayers
By the number of creatures And the number of hairs
That have ever existed And have yet to be
Of what we have witnessed And are yet to see
By the number of eyes By the number of tears
By the number of teeth By the number of ears
Combined, multiplied
By the number of insects That on earth reside
By the number of raindrops That have been brought down
amount of grass They wrench from the ground
By the number of droplets That make up the seas
By the number of branches, Leaves and trees
That is distant from him?
Sent to mankind and jinn
And in life deceased

The King of all worlds
Transcendent of words
In recompensing his due



And copious prayers
And the number of hairs


By the number of tears
By the number of ears
ombined, multiplied
hat on earth reside
hat have been brought down
hey wrench from the ground
hat make up the seas
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By the number of grains Of sand on our shores
By the vastness of Your limitless stores
By the number of thoughts That have ever been thought
By the distance from Mecca To Celestial Lote

By the number of stars That pierce through the night
And those that stay hidden Guarding their light
By the number of beads Ever flicked by the fingers
Of beseeching believers For blessings that linger

By the number of souls Ever brought into being
By the number of seen things Seen by the seeing
The number of letters In all of the words
And all the vast sounds That have ever been heard

By the number of Prophets So steadfast and firm
The amounts of their nations The length of their terms
Every passing nano-second Til time does cease
Send prayers on Muammad And measureless peace

Every want, every need Every problem, solution
Every drop of water Ever used for ablution
By the number of Your Names O Lord of Mankind
The number of Your Attributes O Sight of the Blind
The number of Your Acts O Possessor of Might
Most Merciful King Source of All Light

By the number of units Of prayer ever prayed
And the number of angels That youve ever made
Who fill up the cosmos And all of the seven
Through which he traversed In his journey through heaven

By the number of birds And the number of wings
And the number of atoms That make up all things
By the number of rocks Scattered over the earth
And floating through space That You did disperse

Send endless, bewildering Majestic salutation
On our Master Muammad Our greatest elation
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And by him rectify Our every condition
And save us from sleepwalking Into perdition
Protect the believers From all the oppressors
The enemies of faith Who endeavour to suppress us

Strengthen our children With unwavering conviction
And certainty of faith A Divine benediction
Dont let the vicissitudes Of time affect
Our internal states Make us of Your elect

Make You our sight Hearing and walk
And thinking and grasping Being and talk
For words not of You Are simply words wasted
So bless us with gnosis Proximity tasted

Fortify our hearts With a lasting revival
A love of this faith Ensuring survival
Make us those who submit Every one of our parts
Firm on Your religion O Turner of Hearts

Forgive our parents Who nurtured us so
And raised us on faith With a desire to know
And raise them up high With compassionate beckoning
To the heights of Firdaws Without judgement or reckoning

Attach us with love To those who hold true
The heirs of the prophets Calling others to You
Who remind us to worship With awe and reverence
To ward off the agony Of Divine severance

Grace the believers With a beautiful end
And send prayers on Muammad Without end, without end




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Raise us that day In the best of forms
And shelter us within The shade of Your Throne
Allow it to pass Like a short prayer and ...
Illuminate our scrolls Within our right hand

Make the bridge not a sword But steady and wide
Or roll it up fast So we cross in one stride
Quench our thirst at the pool By the hands of the one
Whose hands produced water That was second to none

Allow us to enter Your garden, my King
And within its meadows Allow us to sing
Of the one through whom We attained Your Grace
Because he raised his hands And pleaded our case

Our good deeds are few Our obedience weak
But were still Amads nation So through him we seek
What we here have written And all we have not
Of what weve remembered And what weve forgot

Send peace on Muammad And endless prayers
And on all his companions, Family and heirs.


Begun on 24
th
Raman 1435
and completed 27
th
Raman 1435
during seclusion (itikf)