Spring’s Gift
Fy
Fy
I envy the sand that met his feet
Ik benijd it sân
I’m jealous of honey he tasted sweet
Ik bin oergeunstich op de huning
Of birds that hovered above his head
Op de fûgels
Of spiders who spun their sacred web
Op de spinnen
To save him from his enemies
Om him te beskermjen
I envy clouds formed from the seas
Ik benijd de wolken
That gave him cover from the heat
Dy’t him beskutting joegen
Of a sun whose light could not compete
Fan in sinne
With his, whose face did shine so bright
Mei syn gesicht
That all was clear in blinding night
Dat alles dúdlik waard
I envy sightless trees that gazed
Ik benijd de bline beamen
Upon his form completely dazed
Op syn gedaante
Not knowing if the sun had risen
Net wittend
But felt themselves in unison
Mar hja fielden harren
With those who prayed, and fasted too
Mei dyjingen dy’t bidden
Simply because he told them to
Gewoanwei om’t
With truth and kindness, charity
Mei wierheid en goedens
From God who gave such clarity
Fan God
His mercy comes in one He sent
Syn genade komt yn dejinge
To mold our hearts more heaven bent
Om ús herten
I envy all there at his side
Ik benijd elkenien
Who watched the turning of the tide
Dy’t it kearen
As truth prevailed and falsehood fled
As de wierheid oerwûn
And hope restored life to the dead
En hope it libben
Men and Women through him found grace
Manlju en froulju fûnen
To seek together God’s noble face
Om tegearre God syn
I envy the cup that gave him drink
Ik benijd de beker
His thoughts that helped us all to think
Syn tinzen dy’t ús allen
To be one thought that passed his mind
Om ien gedachte te wêzen
Inspiring him to act so kind
Dy’t him ynspirearre
For me this world is not one jot
Foar my is dizze wrâld
If I could simply be a thought
As ik mar gewoanwei
From him to God throughout the ages
Fan him nei God
As revelation came in stages
Wylst de iepenbiering
I pity all who think it odd
Ik haw begrutsjen mei elkenien
To hear him say there is one God
Om him sizzen te hearren
Or he was sent by God to men
Of dat hy troch God
To hone their spirits’ acumen
Om de skerpsinnigens
It’s pride that blinds us from the sight
It is grutskens dy’t ús blyn makket
That helps good men to see his light
Dat goede minsken helpt
He taught us all to be God’s slaves
Hy learde ús allen
And he will be the one who saves
En hy sil dejinge wêze
Humanity from sinful pride
De minskheid
Muhammad has God on his side
Mohammed hat God
So on this day be blessed and sing
Sa wees op dizze dei segene
For he was born to grace our Spring
Want hy waard berne
With lilies, flowers, life’s rebirth
Mei leeljes en blommen
In a dome of green like his on earth
Yn in griene koepel