Shaykh Abdul Hakim Murad - "Our caravan leader is Al Mustafa ﷺ, the pride of the world."-Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (RA)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XFgW... This discourse explores the depths of a ghazal from the great Divan of the greatest spiritual poet of all time: Mevlana Jalaluddin

“ONE WHO WRAPS HIMSELF
God called the Prophet Muhammad Muzzammil,
"The One Who Wraps Himself,"
and said,
"Come out from under your cloak, you so fond
of hiding and running away.
Don't cover your face.
The world is a reeling, drunken body, and you are its intelligent head.
Don't hide the candle
of your clarity. Stand up and burn
through the night, my prince.
Without your light
a great lion is held captive by a rabbit!
Be the captain of the ship,
Mustafa, my chosen one,
my expert guide.
Look how the caravan of civilization
has been ambushed.
Fools are everywhere in charge.
Do not practice solitude like Jesus. Be in the assembly,
and take charge of it.
As the bearded griffin, the Humay, lives on Mt. Qaf because he's native to it,
so you should live most naturally out in public
and be a communal teacher of souls.”

― Rumi, The Essential Rumi

In the Muslimʹs heart is the home of Muhammad,
All our glory is from the name of Muhammad.

Sinai is but an eddy of the dust of his house,
His dwelling‐place is a sanctuary to the Kaʹba itself.

Eternity is less than a moment of his time,
Eternity receives increase from his essence.

He slept on a mat of rushes,
But the crown of Chosroes was under his peopleʹs feet.

He passed many a night with sleepless eyes
In order that the Muslims might sleep on the throne of Persia.

With the key of religion he opened the door of this world:
The womb of the world never bore his like.

In him is our trust on the Day of Judgement,
And in this world too he is our protector.

– Allama Iqbal Rahmatullahi Alayhi

Poem in Praise of the Prophet- Allama Iqbal (RA)

Like Rumi, light the candle
And burn Rum in the fire of Tabriz!
There is a beloved hidden within thine heart:
I will show him to thee, if thou hast eyes to see.
His lovers are fairer than the fair,
Sweeter and comelier and more beloved.
By love of him the heart is made strong
And earth rubs shoulders with the Pleiades.
The soil of Najd was quickened by his grace
And fell into a rapture and rose to the skies.
In the Muslim ʹs heart is the home of Muhammad,
All our glory is from the name of Muhammad.
Sinai is but an eddy of the dust of his house,
His dwelling‐place is a sanctuary to the Kaʹba itself.
Eternity is less than a moment of his time,
Eternity receives increase from his essence.
He slept on a mat of rushes,
But the crown of Chosroes was under his peopleʹs feet.
He chose the nightly solitude of Mount Hira,
And he founded a state and laws and government.
He passed many a night with sleepless eyes
In order that the Muslims might sleep on the throne of Persia.
In the hour of battle, iron was melted by the fash of his sword;
In the hour of prayer, tears fell like rain from his eye.
When he prayed for Divine help, his sword answered “Amen”
And extirpated the race of kings.
He instituted new laws in the world,
He brought the empires of antiquity to an end.
With the key of religion he opened the door of this world:
The womb of the world never bore his like.
In his sight high and low were one,
He sat with his slave at one table.
The daughter of the chieftain of Tai was taken prisoner in battle
And brought into that exalted presence;
Her feet in chains, unveiled,
And her neck bowed with shame.
When the Prophet saw that the poor girl had no veil,
He covered her face with his own mantle.
We are more naked than that lady of Tai,
We are unveiled before the nations of the world.
In him is our trust on the Day of Judgement,
And in this world too he is our protector.
Both his favour and his wrath are entirely a mercy:
That is a mercy to his friends and this to his foes.
He opened the gate of mercy to his enemies,
He gave to Makkah the message, “No penalty shall be laid upon you.”
We who know not the bonds of country
Resemble sight, which is one though it be the light of two eyes.
We belong to the Hijaz and China and Persia,
Yet we are the dew of one smiling dawn.
We are all under the spell of the eye of the
cup bearer from Makkah,
We are united as wine and cup.
He burnt clean away distinctions of lineage,
His fire consumed this trash and rubble.
We are like a rose with many petals but with one perfume:
He is the soul of this society, and he is one
We are the secret concealed in his heart:
He spake out fearlessly, and we were revealed.
The song of love for him fills my silent reed,
A hundred notes throb in my bosom.
How shall I tell what devotion he inspires?
A block of dry wood wept at parting from him.
The Muslimʹs being is where he manifests his glory:
Many a Sinai springs from the dust on his path.
My image was created by his mirror,
My dawn rises from the sun of his breast.
My repose is a perpetual fever,
My evening hotter than the morning of Judgment Day:
He is the April cloud and I his garden,
My vine is bedewed with his rain.
It sowed mine eye in the field of Love
And reaped a harvest of vision.
“The soil of Medina is sweeter than both worlds:
Oh, happy the town where dwell the Beloved!”
I am lost in admiration of the style of Mulla Jami:
His verse and prose are a remedy for my immaturity.
He has written poetry overflowing with beautiful ideas;
And has threaded pearls in praise of the Master‐
“Muhammad is the preface to the book of the universe:
All the worlds are slaves and he is the Master.”