Poem Praising Prophet Muhammad on His Birth

God is merciful to someone like you. And Islam does not become us.

O Zayn, remember the tale. My Lord’s path, I would give it to him.

There is no one like them among the ancients.

This is a prophet, this is faith. Today is the singers’ feast.

A remembrance of the bearer of this faith.

The birth of the Messenger of the announcement.

The Chosen One, a caller to peace. This is the son of Abd al- Muttalib, of Hashim, from my third.

This is the son of Mecca and the sanctuary, a treasure from the Sacred House.

What a fiery quarrel this is. Ali, Ali, what a fine aunt.

The teddy bear flew to the coffee. Its roof returned to the machine.

O loveliest of life’s holidays. O beautiful seal.

At your service, at your service, O Man.

The noble land and people. A believer, your steed and horse.

Among the battles, there is none like him.

Descendants of those who kissed your hands.

Between Zamzam and the Station. No, we have not accepted the Jews.

Nor travelers who work. We remain true to the old principle.

The cradle of loyalty since the age of Islam.

In the folds of your love, you do not remain.

Supporters of the noble faith. Our walk is a cup of certainty.

The Quran, a constitution and a system. My master, you taught us not to bow, never.

You taught us that a victor has no defeat.

You taught us the faith of the homes of the Levant and the nomads.

And you taught us to meet in your garden with the highest rank With the highest rank.

By God, Brother Salem Al-Masoudi, if you had nothing else in this world but this poem praising the Master of Creation, Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, that alone would be an honor.

Is he not better than the one praised with my father, my mother, my blood, and my soul, peace and blessings be upon him?