When rises the Sun of Madina
In my heart,
At once sets
The glory of my intellect’s fort.
My eyes with Madina are awake
My face with Madina is moon-alike
A master I am in the Dotcom arena
A slave I am in the kingdom of Madina.
About me those around are crazy
But about Madina I am crazy!
For all my ills, Madina is the remedy.
Whatever be the challenge,
I am always ready.
Upon me will come no harm
When Madina is firm
In the grip of my arm.
When the loss of a friend
Has made me suffer with pain
Madina is the land
Where I can look for some gain.
About me those around are crazy
But about Madina I am crazy!
O 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 aversion
Madina is a flower blooming with affection.
All the bottles of fragrance
That I opened in life
Every book that I read
Arranged on my shelf…
About me those around are crazy
But about Madina I am crazy!
Dear One! Your patience I
Wish not to test
‘Coz dear to you is a tale that is brief.
My verdict is this
In the East and West
The influence of Madina is rife.
About me those around are crazy
But about Madina I am crazy!
O Madina! Only my soul
with me is left
That I can grant you
As the most valuable gift!
sallallahu alaihi wa sallam…
This poem was written on Nov 24th 2001.
