I promised this month, to give due right.
To write a few lines of verse in the night
For the master of messengers upon whom be peace.
Who was sent to creation in the west and the east.
This month, alas has reached near end,
But with myself I couldn't contend
One moment, to stop, reflect and ponder.
To think about God's greatest wonder.
This world alluring with its traps and snares
Distracted my attention, diverted my cares.
From the Messenger who cared for people like me.
How ill is my fate? How wretched can I be?
But the clemency of Muhammad is far from unknown.
How many a lost soul has rebelled but was shown
Compassion and mercy in return for their crime.
Muhammed al-Amin never repays wrong with its kind.
So with the help of al-Fattah, thus I do begin
Some verses for my master, in praise of him.
Our Master Muhammed was of average height,
Yet never amongst men, but seemed taller in sight.
His striking complexion, fairness with red
Intertwined with perfection as the describers have said.
His roundness of face resembled the moon or the sun
Like an Indian blade we seek light from.
With black locks of hair he was beautifully clothed
Neither limp nor coarse, but wavy as if combed.
His fragrant grey hairs on his head and his beard
Were not due to the worries of the world he feared.
Rather the state of his ummah on that day afflicted
And the trust he was given which the mountains rejected.
His physical dimensions seemed big abstract
Not thin or skinny, but perfect in context.
His joints were large such as his knees and shoulders,
With height and flesh he was of perfect proportion.
From his navel to his chest ran a line of hair thin;
Humanity has not known the like of him.
Most truthful in speech, even the way it sounded.
Most gentle in disposition such that his enemies were confounded.
His face was amazing, it inspired great awe
For those whom his face too quickly they saw.
It is Allah who veiled His beloved with awe
So creation would not combust out of the beauty of his form.
He who gazed and said that his eyebrows connected,
His gaze was diverted to keep his eyesight protected.
For any man who valued the blessing of his sight
Would not directly stare and his eminent light.
Such that children alone in their innocence gazed
And later recounted those wondrous days
When the messenger was with them, amongst them, dispersing
Light of guidance, extensions of beauty uplifting.
His walk of tranquillity neither fast nor too slow
Treading gently as the servants of the merciful have shown.
We can go on forever but creation trapped in time
Is limited in its words, deeds and rhyme.
The likeness of Muhammad has not graced this earth
As though beauty was defined by the advent of his birth!
May the cool breezes of peace and blessings abundant
Be upon the greatest slave created in existence
And his companions and family, the ships of salvation
Guides unto good, rectifiers of our nation.
And thus I do end in hope of that station
Of those serving Muhammad, the best of creation.
