Spring’s Gift

حمزة يوسفHamza Yusuf

Transliterate

Translation

I envy the sand that met his feet

Eg øvundi sandin, ið møtti hansara føtrum

I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet

Eg øvundi hunangin, ið hann smakkaði søtan

Of birds that hovered above his head

Fuglarnar, ið sveimaðu yvir hansara høvdi

Of spiders who spun their sacred web

Kongulvurnar, ið spunnu sín heilaga vev

To save him from his enemies

At bjarga honum frá hansara fíggindum

I envy clouds formed from the seas

Eg øvundi skýggini, ið komu úr havinum

That gave him cover from the heat

Sum góvu honum skjól fyri hitanum

Of a sun whose light could not compete

Frá einari sól, hvørs ljós ikki kundi metast

With his, whose face did shine so bright

Við hansara, hvørs andlit skein so bjart

That all was clear in blinding night

At alt var klárt í blindandi nátt

I envy sightless trees that gazed

Eg øvundi blindu trøini, ið starðu

Upon his form completely dazed

Á hansara skap, heilt bilsin

Not knowing if the sun had risen

Vitandi ikki um sólin var risin

But felt themselves in unison

Men kendu seg í einingi

With those who prayed, and fasted too

Við teimum, ið bóðu og føstuna hildu

Simply because he told them to

Bert tí hann beyð teimum tað

With truth and kindness, charity

Við sannleika, gæsku og miskunn

From God who gave such clarity

Frá Gudi, ið gav slíkan klárleika

His mercy comes in one He sent

Hansara náði kemur í honum, Hann sendi

To mold our hearts more heaven bent

At evna okkara hjørtu móti himli

I envy all there at his side

Eg øvundi øllum teimum við hansara síðu

Who watched the turning of the tide

Ið sóu rákini venda

As truth prevailed and falsehood fled

Tá sannleikin vann og lygnin flýddi

And hope restored life to the dead

Og vonin gav deyðum lívið aftur

Men and Women through him found grace

Menn og kvinnur fingu náði fyri hann

To seek together God’s noble face

At søkja í felag Guds tignarliga andlit

I envy the cup that gave him drink

Eg øvundi bikarinum, ið gav honum at drekka

His thoughts that helped us all to think

Hansara tankar, ið hjálptu okkum øllum at hugsa

To be one thought that passed his mind

At vera ein tanki, ið fór gjøgnum hansara sinni

Inspiring him to act so kind

Ið kveikti hann at vera so góðsligur

For me this world is not one jot

Fyri meg er hesin heimur einki verdur

If I could simply be a thought

Um eg bert kundi verið ein tanki

From him to God throughout the ages

Frá honum til Gud gjøgnum øldirnar

As revelation came in stages

Meðan opinberingin kom í stigum

I pity all who think it odd

Eg ynki øllum teimum, ið halda tað vera merkiligt

To hear him say there is one God

At hoyra hann siga, at tað er ein Gud

Or he was sent by God to men

Ella at hann var sendur av Gudi til menniskju

To hone their spirits’ acumen

At brýna teirra andaliga skil

It’s pride that blinds us from the sight

Tað er stoltleiki, ið blindar okkum frá sjónini

That helps good men to see his light

Sum hjálpir góðum monnum at síggja hansara ljós

He taught us all to be God’s slaves

Hann lærdi okkum øll at vera Guds tænarar

And he will be the one who saves

Og hann man vera tann, ið bjargar

Humanity from sinful pride

Mannaættini frá syndigum stoltleika

Muhammad has God on his side

Muhammad hevur Gud við sínari síðu

So on this day be blessed and sing

So verið signað á hesum degi og syngið

For he was born to grace our Spring

Tí hann var borin at prýða okkara vár

With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth

Við liljum, blómum, lívsins endurføðing

In a dome of green like his on earth

Í einum grønum hválvi eins og hansara á jørð