O’ Muhammad… we gave you a piece of heaven
She’s your daughter… and they said you had no children
Be proud of her… she’ll give you eleven princes
Take care of her… she’ll sing for you heaven’s praises
You’re an orphan… but she’ll treat you like you’re her son
* * *
Bathed in divine light… she has descended
You recall heaven… when you ascended
From this child’s neck, smell heaven’s scent
Now heaven’s with you in each moment
With your patience… for a child you awaited
From heaven’s dust… your daughter we have created
* * *
They thought, childless… you were to grow old
So from heaven’s throne… we have borrowed gold
Born and she smiles at your delight
Clenched your finger, the lady of light
You smile… and in awe, your eyes, she watches
She makes you laugh… and Zahra, your laugh, entrances
* * *
Remember heaven… a garden you walked
You saw there, a rose… with this rose you talked
From this garden this rose we lifted
Heaven’s rose to your hands we gifted
You hold her… at your fingertips she chuckles
At Our mercy… Fatima Zahra, she smiles
* * *
You grew an orphan… your youth, motherless
Yet now you hold her… her forehead you kiss
No, none to soothe you is worthier
You hold the mother of her father
You’ll raise her… so that Muhammad she can raise
You’ll praise her… so, Ahmed, she’ll defend and praise
* * *
Know that this present… with her shall not end
Eleven princes… through her we shall send
Each prince within your footsteps shall tread
Muhammad, they’ll all be Muhammad
And every prince… will have the pride of their mother
Knowing that she… is a piece of the hereafter
* * *
(London – 03/05/13)