Bilal

As the star of your destiny ascended to shine It lifted and brought you from Abyssinia to Hijaz

This alone made inhabited your desolate house Better than a thousand freedoms is your slavery

That threshold not even for a moment you could leave In some one’s Love all torments you bore cheerfully

The oppression befalling in Love is not oppression If there is no torment, there is no pleasure in Love

Full of Intellection like Salman was your insight The wine of sight used to increase your thirst

Like Kaleem you were in search of the Sight Uwais was tantalized for the power of Sight

Madinah was the light for your eyes so to say For you this wilderness was the Tur so to say

Your longing for Sight continued even after witnessing the Sight The cold heart warmed up but its breath did not rest even for a moment

Such a lightning struck your impatient soul That your darkness was scoffing at the Musa’s palm

“They captured warmth from the flame and struck it on your heart What a lightning of Effulgence they struck on motes of your efforts!”

The charm of your longing for the Sight was the embodiment of supplication The continuous sighting of someone was your prayer

Since eternity the adhan was the anthem of your Love Prayer was the subtle pretext for the Sight

Happy was the age when Yathrib was his abode! How happy was the time when common was his Sight