'The Crying Tree'

I wish I could be,

Like the crying tree,

The love that I envy,

Towards Habibi.

My heart is empty,

Emptier than the tree,

Who cried like a baby,

Longing for his company.

The tree cried when he,

Was still in its vicinity,

Not a teardrop do I see,

When he is far from me.

I want to be like the tree,

I want to feel his company,

Through not physically,

But he is present in me.

By : A.A.

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Narrated Jabir bin ‘Abdullah: The Prophet used to stand by a tree or a date-palm on Friday. Then an Ansari woman or man said. “O Allah’s Apostle! Shall we make a pulpit for you?” He replied, “If you wish.” So they made a pulpit for him and when it was Friday, he proceeded towards the pulpit (for delivering the sermon). The date-palm cried like a child! The Prophet descended (the pulpit) and embraced it while it continued moaning like a child being quietened. The Prophet said, “it was crying for (missing) what it used to hear of religious knowledge given near to it.”
[Sahih Bukhari, Volume 4, Book 56, Number 784]