The Sands, The Trees, The Gentle Breeze

(Narrator)
Upon a little patch of earth
Beside the Masjid an-Nabi
There blew a warm and gentle breeze
Upon the sands, and date palm trees.

(Tree 1)
It was just yesterday that he
Reclined on me so peacefully.
I long to feel his blessed touch
Againt my trunk; I miss that much.

(Tree 2)
I understand your pain, my friend,
For I remember that day when
He played with his little Hussain
Despite the softly falling rain;

Around and round me did he run
So playfully with Ali’s son,
I hoped they would not leave my side,
But then they did, and how I cried.

(Tree 1)
Oh yes, indeed. I do recall
That day when all that rain did fall.

(The Earth)
I long for his mubarak feet
To walk upon my every street;
I love him and his every trace
In me and in my every space.

(The Wind)
And when he speaks or breathes a word,
It is the sweetest thing you heard;
I carry all his blessed speech
To everyone within my reach.

(Tree 1, whispering)
Quiet! Here he comes again.

(Tree 2, whispering)
SubhanAllah.

(The Earth, whispering)
AlhamdulilLah.

(The Wind, whispering)
Allahu Akbar.

(Narrator)
And so they rustled, shifted, blew
Until the Prophet was with them.

(Tree 1, Tree 2, The Earth, The Wind, all say together)
SallAllahu ‘alaa Muhammad
SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa sallam.

SallAllahu ‘alaa Muhammad
SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa sallam.

SallAllahu ‘alaa Muhammad
SallAllahu ‘alayhi wa sallam.

(End.)