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
