The Essence of Islam – Volume I — Page 333
The Holy Prophetsa Remembrance of his countenance Sends me into transports of ecstasy; I am in a state of perpetual intoxication, Having drank from his goblet. I would keep on flying towards his lane forever; Had I but the wings. Of what use are to me the two lips and the sweet basil, When I have fallen in love with that beautiful face. His beauty pulls at the strings of my heart; The powerful one drags me along with great force. I found him to be the light of the eyes; And in its impact, his love is like the bright sun. Resplendent became the face that did not turn away from him. He found the remedy, who held on to his threshold. Everyone who dares enter the ocean of faith without him, Misses his port at the very outset. He is unlettered, yet peerless in knowledge and wisdom; Can there be brighter testimony than this? God granted him that elixir of knowledge and understanding; Before whose dazzling light, every star paled into insignificance. Through him the all human potentials Were fully actualized. Every excellence is culminated in his holy person; Without doubt the reign of all Prophets ended with his coming. He is the sun for all time and space; He is the guide of all the black and the brown. 333