in the Mourning
no Thing dared to be seen
saw you sighing in silent Scenes, bring
Stills to Life
when It was What It isn’t
the Mist in the Midst wasn’t mystic
It seemed set aside
in the Dawn
when there only was Time
what i saw you with wasn’t Light
when Wind took my Eyes
to you
in the Fall
in the Winter
when Whether, It threatens to wither, the
Chill grows inside
you
© al-Qãhırıï
It is your Guardian-Cherisher, Allah
It is the Life of Muhammad
It is the Recitation, full of Wisdom
It is Those arranged in Ranks, and Those who repulse, and Those who read out the Remembrance
It is the Recitation, full of Warnings
It is the manifest Book
It is the Book that makes things clear
It is the glorious Recitation
It is the Those that scatter, and the Those heavily burdened, and Those floating with gentle ease, and Those that distribute by Command
It is the Sky with its numerous Paths
It is the Lord of the Sky and the Earth
It is the Mount, and a Book inscribed, and a Scroll unfolded, and the House much frequented, and the Canopy upraised, and the Sea filled with swell
It is the Star when It sets
It is the Setting of the Stars
It is the Pen and what They write
It is Whatsoever you see, and Whatsoever you see not
It is the Lord of the Points of Sunrise in the East and Sunset in the West
It is the Moon, and the Night when It withdraws, and the Dawn
It s the day of Resurrection, and the self-critical Soul
It is those who are sent one after another, then blow violently
It is those that scatter things far and wide, then separate them one from another, then bring the Reminder that excuses or warns
It is Those who tear out violently, and Those who pull out gently, Those who swim along, and Those who race forward, and those who arrange to complete Commands
It is when the Sun is wound around Itself
It is when the Stars have fallen
It is when the Mountains have vanished
It is when the She-Camels about to deliver are neglected
It is when the wild Beasts are herded together
It is when the Seas blaze and overflow
It is when the Souls are joined
It is when the female infant (buried alive) is asked for what sin she was killed
It is when the Pages are laid open
It is when the Sky is unveiled
It is when Hell is set ablaze
It is when the Garden is brought near
It is when the Sky is torn apart, and the Planets are scattered from their Orbits, and the Seas are surged forth, and the Graves are overturned
It is when the Sky is split, and obeys its Lord- for It must
It is when the Earth is stretched forth, and has cast out All that was in It, becoming empty, and obeys its Lord- for It must
It is the Redness of Sunset, the Night and whatever it Enshrouds, and the Moon when it is Full
It is the Heaven, full of Constellations
It is the Day Promised
It is the Witness and the Witnessed
It is the Heaven and the Star of piercing Brightness
It is the Dawn It is the ten Nights
It is the Even and the Odd
It is the Night when It departs
It is this City of Makkah
It is the Progenitor and all whom he’s begotten
It is the Sun and its Brightness, the Moon that follows It, the Day that shows up Its Brightness, and the Night that conceals It
It is the Sky and Him who Built It, and the Earth and Him who Spread It
It is the Soul, and Him who Proportioned It, then Showed It what is right and wrong for It
It is the Night as It envelops, and the Day as It emerges in Brilliance
It is Him who Created Male and Female
It is the Forenoon, and the Night when It darkens and stills
It is the Fig, the Olive, Mount Sinai, and this City of Security, Makkah
It is the Steeds that run panting, striking Sparks with by their Hooves, scouring to the Dawn raid, raising Clouds of Dust, penetrating en Masse to the Midst of their Foe
It is the Time, by which Humanity is in Loss
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