What should I write About this night: the beauty it holds; The night of his assent has it been, The union of the lover and Beloved; Written, sung and spoken about Endlessly by the believers, Still words fail to be sufficient To express sanctity of this union!
What should I write then Are there any expressions left? Time and Life came to standstill, Once he stepped outside it, In honour of their union.
The veils were drawn apart, Two bow-lengths, or less, remaining, After Jibraeel sought leave, "Sidratul Muntaha" being demarcation, From the beholder of every adjective; Settled was he for nothing less For being Lover supreme of all lovers.
On remembering such night again, I, a longing lover, call upon you; Will you not come then, To Illuminate the dark round me, Eternally, and for rest of nights to come?
What should I write then In praise of this sacred Love! What is love but this, A submission, of whole to Him, That lifts a lover to heavens.
What should I write of the Beloved: Modesty incarnated is his being, A being supreme of all created; Most intimate he is to the Noor, Whose spark crushed parts of Toor.
It is the night of my beloved; The world is down in prayers, In praises of his essence; My heart, too, bursts in joy, To seek and find him I should also bow and pray a little.