The Prophet 
traveled again on the Buraq for five hundred thousand years. On his way to the Sixth Paradise which is called Jannat Adn: “the Garden of Eden,” he saw nations and nations of saffron-colored angels standing on pedestals of pink marble. They had one thousand wings and on each wing there were one thousand faces. Each face had one thousand mouths saying: “Praise be to the Lord of Majesty and Splendor!” Gabriel knocked at the door of the Sixth Paradise which was made of aquamarine and gold. As usual, a voice asked from behind the door who was there and the answer was given: “Gabriel, bringing the Prophet, Peace be upon him.” “Has he been sent for?” said the voice. “Yes,” replied Gabriel.
 |
Angels Unveiled by Shaykh Muhammad Hisham Kabbani |
The door was opened. The Prophet entered and what he saw passed all imagination and all recorded books, all fabled accounts, all legends, all histories.
The Prophet traveled again on the Buraq for five hundred thousand years. On his way to the Sixth Paradise which is called Jannat Adn: “the Garden of Eden,” he saw nations and nations of saffron-colored angels standing on pedestals of pink marble. They had one thousand wings and on each wing there were one thousand faces. Each face had one thousand mouths saying: “Praise be to the Lord of Majesty and Splendor!” Gabriel knocked at the door of the Sixth Paradise which was made of aquamarine and gold. As usual, a voice asked from behind the door who was there and the answer was given: “Gabriel, bringing the Prophet, Peace be upon him.” “Has he been sent for?” said the voice. “Yes,” replied Gabriel. The door was opened. The Prophet entered and what he saw passed all imagination and all recorded books, all fabled accounts, all legends, all histories.
O Prophet sprung from Hashim’s line,
Lover of Him Who is lauded above,
Sealer of every book revealed to mankind.
Opener of treasured knowledge sublime
Who mounted the Buraq to ascend to his Lord,
The God in Whose presence none before had remained,
Approach that place where only angels draw near
O Messenger of God before whom winds and clouds move
And lay open clear myriad paths to celestial light.
For your intercession human souls plead and yearn,
O Prophet at whose sight angels delight!
It is you for whom Paradise was made and adorned,
For you the lote-tree of farthest limit is made to stand
And bear the fruit of compassion in every land.
O beloved Muhammad, may God grant us to be
Always numbered in your noble band.
copyright 2017 Shaykh Muhammad Hisham Kabbani
