Poems praising the Prophet

I love you, O Messenger of God

The poet Abdul Aziz Juwaida says:

I swear to God, from my heart

I love you, O Messenger of God

Love is not imposed

By order he came

My love is not a lie,

No whims

I have come to the world

Strange

We are all strangers

Our thirsty souls yearn

To spring water

The universe was disordered

There is no hope of any recovery

The universe was before you

He wanders like a lame duck

Doctor, you came to this world

You diagnose the disease in hearts

You are the healing balm

With every medicine

Even if all people are competent

You are an exception

Neither before you nor after you,

And no one compares to you

From forever..

Jalil Taab’s book in praise of Ahmed

The poet Abu Al-Huda Al-Sayyadi says in praise of the Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace:

Jalil Taab’s book in praise of Ahmed

Beloved of the God of the throne, master of whoever appeared

Praise of the Chosen Messenger is the best blessing

Through it, the people of love and God achieved a purpose

Here is a comprehensive book for supplication

For the best of people who may be called Muhammad

He pleaded with him that he had been deceived by his actions

You get everything you hope for and are saved from ruin

Al-Durr's system exceeds the contract of his system

We love him, the ardent individual, Abu Al-Huda

The weakest faith is a rhyme

The poet Abdullah Al-Tayeb says:

Souad and I noticed our features

And from Souad when its convoys passed

If it were said that the Messenger of God promised us

Nothing - no one - no feeling worries us

I don't think it bothers us today

We are a lot of rubbish, but you have told the truth

We memorize the news of your era in detail

The description of the Companions is told like a puzzle

The great poetry and speeches have their history

Their terrorism against the enemy of God is a problem

Centuries pass and the ember of the world passes

Because of her, our mud house is intimidating

Sir, the world has risen and has not stopped

Since that day, the thrones of the king have been in pity

It is as if your distant Farouk is monitoring them

Fearing Abu Dhar, they hide their treasures

They sold the “Mujahid” and God bought a hero

Please your enemy, but they fear a circle

They fear your honorable biography if it were recited

Enjoy the story of a king who had no palaces

There is no inheritance and no Aryan kingdom

A kingdom from the cave and the truthful and it was organized

A cave and the lamp of the minhaj is lit

Sir, all for the people, globalization

Your verse sent the Qur’an in harmony

A glow of succession, neither sun nor moon

It is like the scriptures you were given

Sir, I have been traveling since the era

There is no caliphate in my time to which I pledge allegiance

She fell in love with us just as she fell in love with her fate

The Jews and the worshipers of the cross committed transgression

In the bombing, I kissed you and our nation

Sir, the weakest of faith is a rhyme

There is no greater honor than your praise in the Qur’an

I hope I mention you in my poetry for a reason

I did not speak, nor did I see or move

Oh, how much I have strayed with my poetry and how much it has hurt

Oh my lord, it is the affliction of poetry that makes me calm

As if he were a gland in the creation of my veins

I turn over my excuses and he exposes them

God Almighty has given me grace

Praise be to God that I live and praise Him

Oh my lord, may God bless you forever

My prayers, my submission, and our appointment

You are the Prophet Muhammad

Abu Talib says in praise of the Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace: You are the Prophet Muhammad

Qurm Aghar Masud

For two generous draftsmen

Have a good birthday

Yes, the stem is the root

Amr Al-Khadim, the one and only

He smashed the rabbikha in the dry

N and the living of Mecca is annoyed

She thus violated a Sunnah

In it the hibiscus sprouts

We have watering for the pilgrims

-C It is similar to the genitals

And the times and what happened

Arafat and the mosque

How can you join me and not die?

I am the brave and reckless

And the gates of Mecca cannot be seen

There is a black nugget in it

And your father's sons are as if they were

The lion of the den is kindled

I promised you truthfully

In saying, “Do not increase.”

You still pronounce the voice

B And you are a child