Kazi Nazrul Islam
Mohammad Is The Apple Of My Eye - Poem by Kazi Nazrul Islam
Mohammad is the apple of my eye,
Mohammad is my rosary.
My thirst with that name quench I,
It is my divine cup of honey.
That name I wear on my heart like a light.
Round my neck I carry it making darkness bright,
In the Medina of my heart
I hear that name night and day.
It plays a glorious part.
It keeps me ever happy and gay.
In it lie the tears of my eyes,
In it I find the solace of my sighs,
of that name I can always sing
No Heaven shall I seek nor any other thing.
[Original: Mohammad mor noyon moni; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]
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