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THE PARACLETE
High up in the Hira Cave*,
When the universe was all asleep,
A revelation shone brightly,
The eternal truth did finally seep.
Legions of prophets did come,
To show the path of truth to some,
But now the hour had dawned,
With the Message for every one.
God had said let there be light,
Now that light was shining bright,
Muhammad, the Spirit of Truth,
Was more resplendant than the sun.
On the mount called Jabl-e-Noor,
The promise of Christ was fulfilled,
The Paraclete was told by the Holy Spirit,
The moment to lead mankind had come.
The valley of Makkah and the Kaaba,
Were visited by angels from heaven,
The doors of mercy were reopened,
For Arabia - nay, for everyone.
The land of Arabia was lucky,
For, on its soil, the Paraclete came,
The entire world is fortunate,
That God's Light shone on every name.
Created before the dawn of time,
Muhammad, the Paraclete divine,
The foretold harbinger of truth,
The "Seal" of the prophet-hood line.
The task before him was daunting hard,
The idol worshipers did their best,
But God was with the Spirit of Truth,
His Messenger's heart He filled with zest.
They did all they could to stop him,
Offered him gold, women and throne,
But nothing could move him from his aim,
He was determined to conquer sin.
Then they plotted and connived,
To persecute him did they decide,
One night they gathered to kill him,
But the timely help of God arrived.
Let us all thank our Lord God,
For sending His chosen Messenger,
Muhammad, the Spirit of Truth,
The Paraclete promised by Jesus Christ.
The hard-heart ones of Makkah,
They were all thirsty for his blood,
But the angels of the Lord did come,
And saved him from being murdered.
He was protected at every step,
They hunted him but faltered and failed,
With his companion he reached the land,
Known as Madinah where he was hailed.
The Jews of Madinah recognised him,
As the prophet the Torah foretold,
They rushed forward and greeted him,
Though some hypocrites were not so bold.
He came as a mercy to all peoples,
His code of life was the Qur'an,
Setting an example in word and deed,
How to be safe from devilish harm.
In the Song of Solomon it's said,
How the Prince of Faran would come,
That his name would be Muhammad,
Who would fulfil all that God had said.
Even the Messiah had made it known,
That the 'Comforter' would follow him,
That he would guide all to eternal truth,
That the Holy Spirit would be with him.
The Jews of Madinah knew this quite well,
And chose him as their great leader,
But when he put them to several tests,
They began to show their true colour.
The Makkans too, they made a plan,
And joined hearts and hands for battle,
They came to the valley of Badr,
With 1000 men, from every clan.
But once again their mischief failed,
God helped His Messenger and his men,
The Makkans were made to flee the field,
Allah made His Prophet vanquish them.
Every prophet who was sent by God,
Taught mankind to worship only Him,
To associate none with the Lord,
To bow down before none but Him.
For every nation a messenger came,
Glorifying the Greatest Name,
Showing people the path of good,
Informing them about Satan's game.
In the end came the Paraclete,
Muhammad, the promised 'Comforter',
Not for one nation but for all,
With him the Message came - complete.
Those who disbelieved in him ran,
Helter-skelter like sheep and rams,
Who had lost the best shepherd,
Failing miserably in their evil plans.
God brought him safely to Madinah,
Increased the numbers who believed in him,
Defying all odds stacked, defeating them,
He cleared all doubts, chaos and din.
The believing hearts hear the angels sing,
The praises of the Christ's successor,
Muhammad, the glorified Messenger,
Who, for humanity, did salvation bring.
When the Mekkans heard about his fame,
They started worrying night and day,
At last the great day came,
When the Prophet rooted out evil sway.
With his 10,000 faithful followers,
He came to Makkah, his birthplace,
The pagan leaders with supporters,
Were humbled by Allah's Grace.
The Kaaba, the oldest 'House of God',
Was cleansed and purified once more,
The idols were destroyed on that day,
As God's Messenger praised his Lord.
He did not shed a drop of blood,
And pardoned his worst of enemies,
His mercy won over a thousand hearts,
In his presence they all found peace.
The mercy to all worlds won over hearts,
With his humble bearing and upright ways,
The poor found the solace they sought,
The downtrodden found refuge in his grace.
He is the seal of the prophets - first and last,
From his companions he never departs,
Even those who opposed his great Message,
Did not, ever, his being mistook.
He brought all under the banner of peace,
His followers are destined to increase,
He showed mankind the way to live,
Removed superstitions and false beliefs.
Idol worshipping he shook from its roots,
Hard hearts melted and flowed like brooks,
He came with the perfect code of life -
The Quran - whose reading makes one wise.
He's Muhammad, he's Ahmed, the Comforter,
The Paraclete foretold by Messengers -
Abraham and Moses and Jesus Christ -
He is the noblest in Allah's Sight.
