when the cool morning breeze blows…

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The Translation of the Nasheed:

When the cool morning breeze blows and the birds chirp,

And the parrots enlighten the night sky,

And the sunshine breaks free from the veils of darkness,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the spiders weave their silvery cobweb,

And the scenario is like that of the cave of Hira,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the wind blows fragrance,

And the travelers awaken,

And the droplets of morning dew shimmer.

And the morning light breaks the pride of darkness.

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the wind blows out of ecstasy,

And the calling of athan rejuvenates the voice of Bilal (R.A)

And the name of Muhammad (S.A.W) inflames the excitement of the heart.

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When from every heartbeat, escapes the name of Mustafa (S.A.W)

And the flowers of true friendship bloom within my heart,

And the fragrance of my breath spreads to far off distances,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the goblets of the heart encompass the vast land,

And when the senses completely awaken,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When he appeared handsome like the light of true dawn,

And the ink of pens illuminated his words,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

And when the recitation of Durood is heard from the Arsh down towards the earth,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the names of Al-Muzzamil, Al-Mudassir, Al-Mubasshir echos,

And the nūr enlightens the Ayahs of the Quran,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

I do not have anything with me except an imagination,

And even this imagination is nothing but wonders,

But even when my imagination truly sees something,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the fragrance of musk emits from his dark black hair,

And divine water is poured over the eyes,

And the image of his lips and cheeks become apparent and enlightened within our hearts,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the angels sing along with me,

And the sun shines down upon my shoulders,

And my heart begins to dislike the darkness of the world,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

When the bolts of lightning strike the leaves stained with blood,

And the windstorms begin to hiss above the sky,

And my restless heart remains content for his sake,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

May the manifestation of his steps be within my day and night,

And may endless blessing be showered upon the Sahabah and their names,

And when my lord forgives the sins of a sinner like me,

That’s when I contemplate upon the rank of the Prophet.

*The translation of some portions were skipped due to the words being in Farsi.