Lovers are veiled from the beauty of a full moon
until they have their beloved’s face and form to compare it to.
It comes to be that there is nothing more magical
nothing more Majestic
than the voice of the beloved
calling their name.
And when they sleep
they see him,
and by day they pray
he will visit them by night
to bless them with his presence-
with beautiful dreams of his radiant face
and his regal countenance-
and so their lives become devoted
to that which pleases him,
so that they may deserve his companionship in a later life,
because in this life
they came too late to be enchanted by his physical light.
Cycles of the moon separate them and yet they yearn for him.
The moon burns and blazes brightly like the beloved’s legacy.
His path, rightly guided with the brilliance of the moon-
like the brilliance of his blessed face
a shining light, gently guiding towards freedom.
Only upon true tawhid is there a chance.
The contingency of this tawhid is that of belief in beloved:
First stemming from a respectful reverence
into a full blown deeply seated love affair,
where the shape of his generously granted smile is memorized
is all there is.
He is all this world could ever dream to be
and so he came to be
and made way for us.
Made it clear that the path to tawhid
is only through he, the beloved.
Man who consumes waking thoughts
and the dream world too.
Like the moon
he testified to truth.
Found and gifted annihilation
in complete submission.
Like the way he lived
when king was a title within his reach-
instead he reached for hearts,
with his touch so real and deep
he reached into centuries and destinies
and is a hearts to keep.
His legacy burns in hearts,
passionately blazes and lights the way
for those desiring the path.
He shines brighter than the moon,
the moon, which rises and falls
in memory of lighting his noble face.
wheat colored skin
because he was wholesome.
Solid and secure,
he was fashioned to become
that blessed man with etiquette.
A body that shined like silver,
broad and beautifully built.
A toothy pearly brilliant white smile
that his noble face was rarely seen without.
Fully fleshed fingers and feet
black like night.
Jabir (r) said: “I once saw RasululLah on the night of a full moon. At
times I looked at the full moon and at times at RasululLah, I came to find that RasululLah was more beautiful and radiant than the full moon.”
Split the moon in two-
and was more beautiful
than two moons could ever be.
So you see,
lovers are veiled from the beauty of a glorious moon
until they have Muhammad’s face to compare it to.
May we be from his blessed lovers.
Peace salutations and blessings be upon him.
© Mona Haydar, Rabi’ al-Awwal 1433/January 2012