The best poem about the Prophet

Poem by Hassan bin Thabit

I am jealous, upon him is the seal of prophecy

Of God, he is witnessed and borne witness

God added the Prophet's name to his own name

If the muezzin says in the fifth, “I bear witness.”

And he has a part of his name to honor him

The One who possesses the throne is praised, and this is Muhammad

A prophet came to us after despair and a period of time

Of the messengers, and the idols on earth are worshipped

He became an enlightened and guiding lamp

He looms like polished polish

And warn us of Hell, and give us glad tidings of Paradise

He taught us Islam, and to God we praise

You are the God of creation, my Lord and Creator

Of this I have never witnessed people in my life

You are exalted, O Lord of mankind, above the words of those whom He calls upon

There is no god but You, You are the highest and most glorious

The creation, the blessings, and the whole matter are yours

We seek guidance from You, and You we worship

Walid Al-Azami

Your spring is like a balm to the soul

Joyful in the morning, bright and smiling

It stirs the soul's conscience

It releases it from blood captivity

And He sends it free and not constrained

With all the shame and blame

And raises it from the bottom of the dirt

To the broader, more generous horizon

He showers her with the tenderness of heaven

It gives her the prestige of a Muslim

Its lights shine in the heart

And he beats with praise to the Blesser

And walk together on a path

Slim leads to sounder

And the scent of guidance is fragrant in it

Zakia is long over the season

Delicate and softer than jasmine

And more beautiful than a bud

Your spring, Lord of beings

His light enlightens blind hearts

Galil Al-Atash narrates who

They see the mirage as a torrent of silt

Prophet of guidance, your remembrance has shaken me

I was happy, meaning I was thirsty

They praised you among men

Loudly, day and night, with your mouth full

Al-Busiri's poem

Muhammad is the master of the two universes and the two heavy things

The two groups are Arabs and non-Arabs

We have shown the command and prohibition, but there is no one

I am better at saying “no” than him and “yes”

He is the beloved whose intercession is hoped for

For every horror there is an intruder

He called to God, so those who cling to him

Holding on to an unbreakable rope

He surpassed the prophets in character and character

They did not compare him in knowledge or generosity

They are all sought from the Messenger of God

A scoop of the sea or a sip of blood

And they stand at their limit

From the point of knowledge or from the form of governance

It is he who has completed its meaning and form

Then he chose him as a beloved and free-spirited one

He is distinguished from a partner in his virtues

The essence of goodness in Him is indivisible

Leave what the Christians claimed about their Prophet

Judge as you wish, praising it and seeking judgment

Attribute to Himself whatever honor you wish

Attribute to his destiny whatever greatness you wish.

The virtue of the Messenger of God is not his

A term expressed by a speaker with a mouth

If the magnitude of His verses matched His greatness

His name was revived when he was called the student of restoration

He did not test us with what minds use

Out of concern for us, we did not care

I am too tired to understand its meaning, but it cannot be seen

In nearness and distance, it is incomprehensible

Like the sun, it appears to the eyes from a distance

Small and exhausting of nations

How can he realize his true nature in this world?

A sleeping people entertained him with a dream

The extent of his knowledge is that he is human

And he is the best of all of God’s creation

And every verse that the Noble Messengers brought

By His light, they were connected to them

Honor the character of a prophet whose character is beautified

With goodness, full of humanity, characterized by goodness

Like a flower in luxury and a full moon in honor

The sea is in generosity and time is in worry

As if he was a member of His Majesty

In the army when you met him and in the field

As if a pearl is hidden in a shell

Mine is logical and smiling

Poem of Muhammad Iqbal

There is peace and conflict in the world

Life is water from this liquid

A look of adoration that splits rocks

It is the love of truth and truth becomes

So seek this chemistry in your clay

Be immersed in all this light

Go like a Roman to a burning candle

And drink rum from Tabriz

There is a loved one in your heart

Let me tell you about this atmosphere

His lovers have desired everything beautiful

Their love in every heart does not transform

His love in the heart is the light of Asfara

For the chandelier, from which the rich rise

We find dust from which it has become thinner and brighter

He flew and found himself ascending towards the sky

A Muslim haven, the resting place of the Chosen One

The pride of the Muslim is the memory of the Chosen One

A wave of Naq'at al-Tur al-Asham

The house of the Great Kaaba is a sanctuary

He's lost his time forever

Derived from its long term