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Sometimes the river flows but nothing breathes.
A train arrives but never leaves.
It’s a shame.
Oh life like love that walks out of the door.
Of being rich or being poor.
Such a shame.
But it’s then, then that faith arrives.
To make you feel at least alive.

And that’s why you should keep on aiming high.
Just seek yourself and you will shine
You’ve got to search for the hero inside yourself.
Search for the secrets you hide.
Search for the hero inside yourself.
Until you find the key to your life.
In this life long and hard though it may seem
Live it as you’d live a dream.
Aim so high.
Just keep the flame of truth burning bright.
The missing treasure you must find.
Because you and only you alone.
Can build a bridge across the stream.
Weave your spell in life’s rich tapestry.
Your passport to a feel supreme.

 

(M People)

as-salaamu `alaikum wa Rahmatullaah,

No, this isn’t goodbye, not yet anyway {don’t think you’re getting rid of me this fast}.

This is the very first nasheed I heard when I started learning about my beloved deen, Islaam, introduced to me by a beautiful sister who I love and respect to this day, alhamdulillaah.

I dedicate this to all my brothers and sisters I’ve been blessed to meet, especially those who have touched my heart in a way only known by Allaah and myself. May Allaah unite us all in Jannat al-Firdaus, ameen…

اودعكم

Abu Usaid al-Madani

اودعكم بدمعات العيون *** اودعكم وانتم لي عيوني

اودعكم وفي قلبي لهيب*** تجود به من الشوق شجوني

اراكم ذاهبين ولن تعودوا*** اكاد اصيح اخواني خذوني

فلست اطيق عيش لا تراكم *** به عيني وقد فارقتموني

الا يا اخوة في الله كنتم *** على الماساة لي خير معيني

وكنتم في طريق الشوك ورد ا *** يفوح شذاة عطر من غصوني

لئن نلتقي في الارض يوما*** وفرق بيننا كاس المنون

فموعدا غدا في دار خلدا*** بها يحيا الحنون مع الحنون

يا راحلين عن الحياة

يا راحلين عن الحياة وساكنين بأضلعي هل تسمعون؟؟

توجعي وتوجع الدنيا معي

لئن نلتقي في الارض يوما وفرق بيننا كاس المنون

فموعدا غدا في دار خلدا بها يحيا الحنون مع الحنون

 

 

I bid you farewell, with tears in my eyes,

I bid you farewell, with you in my eyes,

I bid you farewell, with flames in my heart,

From which my sorrows of longing pour forth.

 

 

I see you leaving, and you do not return,

I almost cry out, “My brothers! Take me!”

I cannot bear a life in which my eyes

Do not see you, and in which you have left me.

 

 

O my brothers, you were

The best helpers in my calamity,

You were a rose in a path of thorns,

Your fragrance diffusing from the branches.

 

 

If we do not meet again one day upon this earth,

And the cup of Death has separated us,

Our meeting tomorrow will be in an Eternal Abode,

In which those who love one another are raised.

 

 

I bid you farewell, with tears in my eyes,

I bid you farewell, with you in my eyes,

I bid you farewell, with flames in my heart,

From which my sorrows of longing pour forth.

 

 

If we do not meet again one day upon this earth,

And the cup of Death has separated us,

Our meeting tomorrow will be in an Eternal Abode,

In which those who love one another are raised.