Qamarun Sidna n-Nabī

– verse 2 –

وَلَا ظِلٌّ لَهُ بَلْ كَانَ نُورَا
تَنَالُ الشَّمْسُ مِنْهُ وَالْبُدُورَا
وَلَمْ يَكُنِ الْهُدَى لَوْلَا ظُهُورَهْ
وَكُلُّ الْكَوْنِ أَنَارَ بِنُورِ طٰهٰ

Wa laa ẓillul lahu bal kaana nooraa
tanaalush–shamsu minhu wal–budooraa
Wa lam yakunil–hudaa lawlaa ẓuhoorah
wa kullul–kawni anaara bi-noori Ṭaahaa

No shadow for him: he was himself light!
From him the Sun and Moon took their splendour.
If not for his arrival, we would have no guidance.
The entire universe was illumined by the light of Taha!

– verse 3 –

كَحِيلُ الطَّرْفِ حَبِيبِي لَوْ تَرَاهُ
ضَحُوكُ السِّنِ لِلْعَاشِقْ رَمَاهُ
بَهِيُّ الطَّلْعَةْ فَالْمَوْلَى اصْطَفَاهُ
وَكُلُّ الْخَلْقِ أَنَارَ بِنُورِ طٰهٰ

Kaḥeeluṭ–ṭarfi ḥabeebi law taraahu
ḍaḥookus–sinni lil–‘aashiq ramaahu
Bahiyyuṭ–ṭal‘ah fal-Mawla ṣtafaahu
wa kullul–khalqi anaara bi-noori Ṭaahaa

Oh were you to see my beloved! His kohl-lined eyes,
his smiling teeth – left every admirer stunned;
his face was resplendent. The Lord chose him,
and all creation was illumined by the light of Taha.

– verse 4 –

وَعَرَقُ الْمُصْطَفَىٰ لِلطِّيبِ طِيبَا
وَيَثْرِبُ شُرِّفَتْ بِالنُّورِ طِيبَةْ
وَيُدْهِشُ عِنْدَ طَلْعَتِهِ الْحَبِيبَا
وَإِنْ جُنَّ الْمُشَاهِدُ لَا مَلَامَا

Wa ‘araqul–Muṣtafaa liṭ–ṭeebi ṭeebaa
wa Yathribu shurrifat bin–noori Ṭeebah
Wa yud·hishu ‘inda ṭal‘atihil–ḥabeebaa
wa in junnal–mushaahidu laa malaamaa

The Chosen One’s perspiration gave fragrance to the finest perfumes.
Yathrib was honoured with his light, and became the Pure City.
Gazing upon his face, the lover is astonished.
If the one witnessing [such beauty] were to loose his senses completely, none could blame him.

– verse 5 –

وَمَسْرُبَةٌ كَعُودِ الْمِسْكِ قِيلَا
بَدَتْ بِالصَّدْرِ لِلسُّرِّ الْجَمِيلَا
رَسُولَ اللهِ رِفْقًا بِالْقَتِيلَا
وَاشْفِ الْقَلْبَ مِنْكَ بِابْتِسَامَةْ

Wa masrubatun ka-‘oodil–miski qeelaa
badat biṣ–ṣadri lis–surril–jameelaa
Rasoolallaahi rifqan bil–qateelaa
washfil–qalba minka bibtisaamah

A narrow trail of hair, like musk-scented oud, it is said,
began at his chest and ran to his perfect navel.
O Messenger of God, be gentle with this stricken one
and soothe my heart with your smile!

– verse 6 –

وَرِﻳﻖُ الْمُصْطَفَىٰ يَشْفِي الْعَلِيلَا
وَﻋَﻴﻦُ ﻗَﺘَﺎدَةٍ ﺧُﺬْﻫَﺎ دَلِيلَا
ﺗَﻔَﻞْ ﻓِﻲ اﻟْﺒِﺌْﺮِ أَﺿْﺤَﺖْ سَلْسَبِيلَا
وَصَارَ لِصَحْبِهِ شَهْدًا مُدَامَا

Wa reequl–Muṣṭafaa yashfil–‘aleelaa
wa ‘aynu Qataadatin khudh·haa daleelaa
Tafal fil–bi’ri aḍḥat salsabeelaa
wa ṣaara li-ṣaḥbihi shahdam mudaamaa

The Chosen One’s saliva cures the ailing
– let Qatada’s eye be your proof for this!
He spat into a dried-up well, and it became Salsabil,
flowing with heavenly mead for his Companions.