My Beloved and Darling Prophet(pbuh)

MY BELOVED PROPHET

I have been

And always will be

Calling and praising

Your beautiful name

Like a mantra on the lips

Of our pious saints

You are not unkind to orphans

With practice you merged your theories

Your pardon embraced

The bitterest enemy of yours

You are a cradle to children

The emancipator of

The weaker sex and slaves

I am completely obsess with you

My beloved and darling Prophet

I become like a prisoner

In the darkest deadly dungeon

For I have not seen your countenance.

My bliss in this world

Is only to kiss the dust

Of your beautiful and attractive grave

The greatest enemy of mine

Is he who inveighs against you

And I will –to death –strangle him

And send a poison pen letter

To his family, for them to inhale death.

You leave your enemies in the dust

 Fretting over you.

When the eyes of heroes

Went red in the battle field

For succor, they used to resort

To you, the most sublime of all men

The grievous grieve I am having in my life

Is that my ears were not opportune

To catch your inspiring conversation

Produced by your dulcet tone.

As ransom,

My parents’ life and that of mine

I give for yours

My beloved and darling prophet

I love you  

                                                the video of the poem  above