The Retreat

Blessed is the land that yearns for deen
Returning innate disposition unforeseen.

The mountains testify to mask the shaking
Granted are we for it's taking.
Rent asunder had it been by the weight of the Book.
Contemplation necessitates a second look.

Radiating beauty by the flaps of it's wings
The butterfly withdraws from exoteric things.
It is the esoteric by which it completes
The universe in unison at the blessed retreat.

Adhkar and Qasidas resonate the space,
Global Ummah revived in an intricate lace.
Purification, patience, tribulations and pain
Teaches one to be steadfast, to remain from disdain.

Green
The middle path which surrounds
This enlightened valley where once Muslims found
Sakeenah, barakah and rahma too
But All is planned by the One, Allahu.

The place of giants on whose shoulders we stand,
May the Messenger's supplications revive this land.
These gardens where Shaykh ul Akbar's dhikr resided,
Conquered it fell as philosophies collided.

The auliya have once again returned to Spain.
Al Andalus no more we say with hearty pain.
Yet the trees smile and the lands yearn,
The cosmos in our hearts if only people learn.

Prostrations of tears fill the heavy heart
but supplications defragments the courses apart.
For the One is Wisdom and justice too,
May Al-Andalus be in the prayers of me and you.

Tears do not justify this Garden here on this blessed soil,
May God flourish Islam here again, free from all it's toils.

Written on my phone while waiting in between classes at the Rihla, Spain, July 2010.