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#المنشد_السر_عوض ..انا بلبل الافراحِ أملأ دوحَها طرباً وفي العَلياءِ بازٌ أشهب ُ.. في رثاء العم السر : وانكَسَرَ القيدُ، فانطلقَ بلبلُ الأفراحِ ورمزُ الحياةِ إلى الرَّفْرَفِ المنفسحِ. لطالما كان مهوى هواهُ إلى هناك، حيثُ الرحابةُ والانعتاقُ . تُحِسُّهُ مُكبَّلًا في هذا الجسدِ، يتوقُ إلى الخروجِ منه. ليس للدنيا وتفاصيلِها حظٌّ في قلبِه المرهفِ. عاش كأن لن يموتَ... يملأُ الأرجاءَ شَدْوًا، واللقاءاتِ نشيدًا، والحُضَيراتِ مديحًا، والمحبينَ سلامًا وهيامًا ووعودًا. (عاشَ رَغْدًا مَن سعى نحوَ الحِمى، رَغْدًا رَغْدًا) عاش رمزًا للحياةِ، للتفاصيلِ الجميلةِ، للسلامِ. عاش معشوقًا لإخوانِ المحبةِ والمودةِ والأخوَّةِ والكرامِ. لكنه ما كان متعلِّقًا بها، (هذه الحياةُ)، بل هي المتعلِّقةُ، وتُراوِدُهُ فيستعصمُ. وكم قدَّتْ قميصَهُ الوحيدَ، فتكشَّفتْ بواطنُهُ الغاليةُ، فما ازدادَ إلا فرارًا، وما ازدادتْ إلا سعيًا. وكُلّما استبقا، ألفيا سيِّدَها لدى البابِ، إلا هذه المرَّةَ؛ فخرجَ فارًّا بدينِه، تاركًا بقايا قميصِه الوحيدِ، ودنيا من القصورِ والعروشِ والتيجانِ كانت تُراوِدُهُ. كان وسيظلُّ أستاذَ الألحانِ الفريدةِ، فما زالت رواياتُهُ الخالداتُ تُتلى بين المادحينَ شَدْوًا وترنيمًا، وما زالوا يستقونَ من نهرِه العذبِ المتصلِ. اللهمَّ إنَّهُ عاش سفيرًا للجمالِ، وناطقًا باسمِ الإمامِ في كلِّ مكانٍ، داعيًا إلى محبتِكَ ومحبةِ حبيبِكَ صلَّى اللهُ عليهِ وسلَّمَ. اللهمَّ فاحشرْهُ في زُمرةِ المحبينَ، ولا حولَ ولا قوَّةَ إلا باللهِ العليِّ العظيمِ. And the bond was broken, and the nightingale of joy, the symbol of life, took flight toward the open expanse. How long his heart had yearned to be there, where there is vastness and freedom. You could feel him bound within this body, longing to break free from it. The world, with all its details, had no share in his tender heart. He lived as though he would never die... Filling the horizons with song, turning every gathering into a hymn, the gatherings of devotion into praise, and the hearts of his lovers into peace, longing, and promises. *(Blessed is the one who seeks the Sacred Abode, blessed, blessed indeed.)* He lived as a symbol of life, of beautiful details, of peace. He lived beloved, cherished by the brothers of love, affection, fraternity, and noble hearts. Yet he was never attached to it—this worldly life. Rather, it was the one attached to him, wooing him and seeking to ensnare him, while he remained steadfast and sought refuge in God. How often she tore his only shirt, revealing the precious secrets hidden within him; yet he did nothing but flee farther, while she only pursued him more fiercely. And whenever the two raced, they would find her master waiting at the door— except this time. He fled, carrying his faith with him, leaving behind the remnants of his only shirt, and leaving behind a world of palaces, thrones, and crowns that had been courting him. He was, and shall remain, a master of rare and wondrous melodies. His immortal melodies are still recited among those who praise, in song and in chanting, and they still drink deeply from his sweet and ever-flowing river. O Allah, he lived as an ambassador of beauty, and as a voice speaking in the name of the Imam wherever he went, calling people to love You and to love Your Beloved ﷺ. O Allah, gather him among the company of the lovers. And there is no power and no strength except through Allah, the Most High, the Most Great.. منقول ..
#المنشد_السر_عوض ..انا بلبل الافراحِ أملأ دوحَها طرباً وفي العَلياءِ بازٌ أشهب ُ.. في رثاء العم السر : وانكَسَرَ القيدُ، فانطلقَ بلبلُ الأفراحِ ورمزُ الحياةِ إلى الرَّفْرَفِ المنفسحِ. لطالما كان مهوى هواهُ إلى هناك، حيثُ الرحابةُ والانعتاقُ . تُحِسُّهُ مُكبَّلًا في هذا الجسدِ، يتوقُ إلى الخروجِ منه. ليس للدنيا وتفاصيلِها حظٌّ في قلبِه المرهفِ. عاش كأن لن يموتَ... يملأُ الأرجاءَ شَدْوًا، واللقاءاتِ نشيدًا، والحُضَيراتِ مديحًا، والمحبينَ سلامًا وهيامًا ووعودًا. (عاشَ رَغْدًا مَن سعى نحوَ الحِمى، رَغْدًا رَغْدًا) عاش رمزًا للحياةِ، للتفاصيلِ الجميلةِ، للسلامِ. عاش معشوقًا لإخوانِ المحبةِ والمودةِ والأخوَّةِ والكرامِ. لكنه ما كان متعلِّقًا بها، (هذه الحياةُ)، بل هي المتعلِّقةُ، وتُراوِدُهُ فيستعصمُ. وكم قدَّتْ قميصَهُ الوحيدَ، فتكشَّفتْ بواطنُهُ الغاليةُ، فما ازدادَ إلا فرارًا، وما ازدادتْ إلا سعيًا. وكُلّما استبقا، ألفيا سيِّدَها لدى البابِ، إلا هذه المرَّةَ؛ فخرجَ فارًّا بدينِه، تاركًا بقايا قميصِه الوحيدِ، ودنيا من القصورِ والعروشِ والتيجانِ كانت تُراوِدُهُ. كان وسيظلُّ أستاذَ الألحانِ الفريدةِ، فما زالت رواياتُهُ الخالداتُ تُتلى بين المادحينَ شَدْوًا وترنيمًا، وما زالوا يستقونَ من نهرِه العذبِ المتصلِ. اللهمَّ إنَّهُ عاش سفيرًا للجمالِ، وناطقًا باسمِ الإمامِ في كلِّ مكانٍ، داعيًا إلى محبتِكَ ومحبةِ حبيبِكَ صلَّى اللهُ عليهِ وسلَّمَ. اللهمَّ فاحشرْهُ في زُمرةِ المحبينَ، ولا حولَ ولا قوَّةَ إلا باللهِ العليِّ العظيمِ. And the bond was broken, and the nightingale of joy, the symbol of life, took flight toward the open expanse. How long his heart had yearned to be there, where there is vastness and freedom. You could feel him bound within this body, longing to break free from it. The world, with all its details, had no share in his tender heart. He lived as though he would never die... Filling the horizons with song, turning every gathering into a hymn, the gatherings of devotion into praise, and the hearts of his lovers into peace, longing, and promises. *(Blessed is the one who seeks the Sacred Abode, blessed, blessed indeed.)* He lived as a symbol of life, of beautiful details, of peace. He lived beloved, cherished by the brothers of love, affection, fraternity, and noble hearts. Yet he was never attached to it—this worldly life. Rather, it was the one attached to him, wooing him and seeking to ensnare him, while he remained steadfast and sought refuge in God. How often she tore his only shirt, revealing the precious secrets hidden within him; yet he did nothing but flee farther, while she only pursued him more fiercely. And whenever the two raced, they would find her master waiting at the door— except this time. He fled, carrying his faith with him, leaving behind the remnants of his only shirt, and leaving behind a world of palaces, thrones, and crowns that had been courting him. He was, and shall remain, a master of rare and wondrous melodies. His immortal melodies are still recited among those who praise, in song and in chanting, and they still drink deeply from his sweet and ever-flowing river. O Allah, he lived as an ambassador of beauty, and as a voice speaking in the name of the Imam wherever he went, calling people to love You and to love Your Beloved ﷺ. O Allah, gather him among the company of the lovers. And there is no power and no strength except through Allah, the Most High, the Most Great.. منقول ..
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