The Supreme Mentor

To submit to the Lord,
To weep in sujud,
To smile in gratitude,
To hope in solitude.

To love parents,
And give them happiness,
To attend to their needs,
While they are still here.

To honor the elders,
To delight the youngsters,
To greet the teachers,
To care for the servants.

To love her and be loyal,
To show her manners royal,
To play and jest,
To gift her a kiss.

To be sincere at work,
And to refrain from deceit,
To pay workers on time,
To avoid causing any harm.

To visit the sick,
To pray for their relief,
To give poor their dues,
To win their heart’s rejoice.

He is the teacher,
On the earth and the skies,
From him I learned,
The world exists.

Were it not for his grace,
I would not see my soul’s face.
The moments that I lived truly are less,
Except when my soul held him close.

My brightest star: a ray from his love,
My highest achievement from his love,
My biggest sin when I ignored him,
My greatest virtue when I loved him.

Till today morn,
The earth was in despise,
Tonight his love
Made the stars jealous.

In this imperfect world,
Live I, in an imperfect mold.
If there is anything gold,
It is the knowledge Mustafa-told.

He taught us all,
Meem, the teacher of all.

July 26 2009. Edit January 2024