The seed of love, it has been planted;
And our hearts have been enchanted.
All other loves we have recanted,
But the love of him, Muhammad.
There is no joy quite like his mention;
It relieves all stress and tension.
It makes the soul stand in attention:
Salutations to Muhammad.
To his city lovers do roam;
To the place their hearts can call home.
When their gazes fall on the green dome,
Tears pour down, longing Muhammad.
They rub its dust on their faces;
For he makes it the best of places.
They hasten on with hurried paces,
Hastening to reach Muhammad.
Oh, what a hand we have been dealt!
In the love that we have felt.
It is a love that makes us melt:
It is the love of him, Muhammad.
Salawatun tayyibatun lil-Habib, Mawlay Muhammad.
-Sidi Musthafa Azzam
Souls Sustenance 