The Essence of Islam – Volume I — Page 341
The Holy Prophetsa In his prayers, but; O my garden of eternal spring! I supplicate only for your progeny. O Prophet of Allah! I am lost in love with every particle Of your holy person; Were I to have a hundred thousand lives, I would bequeath them all To be sacrificed in your path. What is the truth about submission to you, And love for your countenance? It is a panacea for every heart, An elixir for every lacerated soul. How worthless is the heart, That does not bleed for you! How useless is the life, That is not sacrifice for you! Because of your love, My heart does not fear death; Look at my steadfastness: I am walking to the scaffold With a smile! O mercy of God! We have come to you seeking your mercy; Like us, there are hundreds of thousands of hopefuls Waiting at your threshold. O Prophet of Allah! I offer my being For your lovely countenance; This head of mine, lying heavy on my shoulder, Is but an offering in your service. Ever since I have been allowed To witness the light of the Holy Prophet; His love, like a spring, 341