Live like water, rising in waves.
Rivers flow, even striking against stone.
This sky keeps its secrets hidden—
Even the wise cannot fully uncover them.
Live like water, rising in waves.
Time flows silently; people hardly notice.
Some never grasp the secret of life,
While others find their answers in silence.
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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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