Poetry in
Praise of the Prophet Muhammad (ﷺ)
If history tries to find someone like Muhammad,
Finding even
his equal is impossible, even his shadow won’t be found.
Neither reverence, nor propriety, nor insight, nor understanding,
The heart
trembles before the praise of Muhammad (ﷺ).
That dream in which there is a vision of the Prophet (ﷺ),
Oh fate, let
us sleep that sleep one day.
Who would behold the garden's beauty, leaving the desert of Taybah,
Who would
head towards paradise, leaving your door.
If the sky had witnessed the sight of your blessed feet,
Every day it
would have sent down a moon in your honor.
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