I envy.

بسم الله ألرحمن الرحيم 

I envy the sand that met his (peace and blessings be upon him) feet

I am jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Of birds that hovered above his head

Of spiders who spun their sacred web

To save him from his enemies

I envy clouds formed from seas

That gave him cover from the heat

Of the sun whose light could not compete

With his whose face did shin e so bright

That all was clear in pitch black night

I envy cypress trees that gazed upon his form

Completely dazed

Not knowing if the Sun had rose

Or if the sky was warm with those

Who knelt and prayed and fasted too

Simply because he told them too

With truth and kindness and charity

From God Who gave such clarity

His Mercy comes in one who’s sent

To mould our hearts more heaven-bent

I envy all there at his side

Who watched the turning of tide

As truth prevailed and falsehood fled

And hope restored life to the dead

And men and women found their place

With aspirations for God’s Face

I envy the cup that gave him drink

His thoughts that helped us all to think

To be one thought that passed his mind

Inspiring him to act so kind

For me this world is not one jot

If I could simply be a thought

From him to God throughout the ages

As Revelation came in stages

I pity all who think it odd

To hear him say there is one God

For he was sent by God to men

To hone their spirits’ acumen

It’s pride that blinds us from the sight

That helps all men to see his light

He taught us all to be God’s slaves

And He will Be the One Who Saves

The humanity from sinful pride

Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) has God on his side.

 Transcribed from Hamza Yusuf's recitation of an extract of the Burdah Sharif