The Prophet as the perfect Friend has come yet again,
to bless with his sword of love the bliss of divine pain.
Long past is the honor of the Man perfect in praise
for glorious Allah; long past are his perfect days.
Now is the time for the Prophet of light and love
to rain down mercy and compassion from above.
Now is the time for the Prophet and his Companions
to reign again in our hearts as love’s champions.
He is the Man whose eyes bless all worlds with beauty,
and inspire remembrance as our sublime duty.
The sword of love swings again and all men must die
to all the many little gods and their pathetic lies.
O Darvish, may all your many wan and witless rivals
never pray nor beg for your bloody head’s survival!
