LOVER OF THE PROPHET
A feeling entered my heart like a light,
It filled my soul with seeking Allah’s pleasure bright.
My love became open, only for you declared—
My Prophet, to you I have become a lover.
Like a smile, this night brought gentle warmth,
My heart awake, my memory clear and firm.
Then I knew, this is not mere love’s flame—
My Prophet, for you I have become a lover.
I fell, I broke, I lost my way,
My tyrant ego led my soul astray.
Yet my Allah brought me to this state—
My Prophet, to you I have become a lover.
Without seeing you, my heart was tied,
The world forgotten, my soul confined.
O Messenger of Allah, my love knows no boundary—
My Prophet, to you I have become a lover.
A sinful servant, weak am I,
Yet my heart beats with your name every time.
To be in love is the purest feeling—
My Prophet, to you I have become a lover.
Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah,
Every word of yours a balm for sorrow.
In you is gathered the radiant beauty of light—
My Prophet, to you I have become a lover.
To love unseen is a miracle of light,
True devotion flows from heart to heart.
This is not mere love, but guided delight—
My Prophet, to you I have become a lover.
Outwardly simple, inwardly I burn,
Among sins, toward you I turn.
Each dawn begins remembering you—
In love and faith, my truth I found.
Jahongir Murodov,
Uzbekistan
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