Our soul is the least we can offer as the most valuable token of our love the Holy Prophet.
When rises the Sun of Medina
In my heart;
At once sets-
The glory of my intellect’s fort.
My eyes with Medina are awake,
My face with Medina is moon-alike.
About me others are crazy:
About Medina I am crazy!
For all my ills,
Medina is the remedy.
Whatever be the challenge,
I am always ready.
Upon me will come no harm,
When Medina is firm,
In the grip-
Of my arm.
Hey Reader!
The ones with a heart,
Need not be taught,
The reason why-
From the nightingale,
The Rose did part.
For the hearts pricked,
By the thorn of separation,
Medina is a flower,
Blooming with affection.
Every bottle of fragrance
I opened in life
Every book that I read
Arranged on my shelf…
In your love-breeze
I dance as a tender leaf.
Hey Medina!
With me is left,
Just my silly soul,
To present you
As the most valuable gift!
This poem was written on Nov 24th 2001.