Mustafa: the chosen one!
Although you were told:
Read in the name of your lord...
Who taught by the pen,
Who taught man...
That which he knew not,
Your pen was Gabriel's tongue,
You were taught himself by your lord,
That no one ere, prophets or sages, knew,
You contained a sea of knowledge...
...in your broadened breast,
In your knowledge and wisdom is seized...
...the world even now,
Your massage will never heave the last breath,
It will stay until the Doomsday!
Your voice from the mountain of Faran,
Was heard in the nook and corner of the world,
That resonates under the heaven's dome even now,
That was the Spirit's fire...
...which extinguished the fire of Dar-e-Mehar,
You enlightened the souls with light upon light,
That fills up the heavens and the earth,
You possessed the sublime morality,
That shines before our eyes as the living Quran,
Many a foe of giant might...
.. led by the Father of flames...
...against your religion stood,
But their hands perished...
...before your sublime prophethood.
Mykoul
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