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Poetry
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You Are My Ardour – Poem by Khwaja Ghulam Farid (1845-1901)
You are my ardour, my friend, faith, creed. You are my body, you are my spirit, heart, soul.…
Asif J. Naqshbandi
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POEM: Fragrances perceived upon the Prophet’s Birthday
by Fariduddin Attar [PDF 21KB] FragrancesfromAttar
Sh. Abdal Hakim Murad
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A Masterpiece of Punjabi Poetry in Praise of the Prophet
Transliterated and translated from the Punjabi with notes by Asif Jehangir Naqshbandi Introduction This Punjabi poem in praise…
Asif J. Naqshbandi
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A Prophet in the Snow
Have you ever seen the Prophet walking in snow, Wrapped in a Hibra shawl tight against the cold?…
Anon.
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New Year Poem
1431 After Hijrah If time had a choice it would have stopped. It would have refused to budge…
Anon.
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O Sweet and Beautiful Madani
In the name of Allah do I begin. The Most Merciful, The Most Kind. For it was Allah,…
Aftab Malik
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1. He that hunts religion for sensual strength shall be Aqta‘, the Actaeon deceived by Diyana’s crescent crown.
2. In the Time of Turbulence, God gives you all you need behind your private door: perfume, prayer, woman.
3. Feel sorry for the moderns, for they never know desire.
4. Never, never, never, grow old in vain.
5. Respect the young, for they are likely to be closer to the fitra than you.
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