Beloved, the Inevitable

Beloved, the Inevitable Sky without the moon Ring without the stone Song without the melody Garden without the rose Shell without the pearl Shelf without the books Bottle without the perfume Israel without Moses Deserts without the sands Monsoon with the rain Body without the Heart Leila without Majnun Ah! I could imagine any such naught- But world without Muhammad not! This world is as good as naught Had not his Light been naught He is ultimate brick in the Tower of Life He is the Gem in the Ocean of Existence His is the light of my culture and nurture His is the pen wherefrom comes my every letter Love and its description is he Life and its meaning is he Flower and scent is he Moon and its light is he Science and its proof is he Faith and its creed is he Prayer and its answer is he Power and its justice is he Heart and its love is he Eye and its vision is he I and my good is he I may be naught, not he! In hell and heaven I’d disbelieved Were it not told by His Beloved Mistake not these lines as mine The Tablet had it long ago written I am only being just to myself As I sing his song to others (dedicated to the Holy Prophet Muhammad)