Master of humanity, divinity and kingdom

My poem on the occasion of the birth of our master Muhammad, may the best prayers and peace be upon him, on the 12th of Rabi` al-Awwal.

Then the dream gave birth to a man. The women's necks stretched out, witnessing a more beautiful destiny, and flashes of secret breezes, drawing a more complete joy. The deserts are coming, draped in pearls and rubies, and amber, upon the strings of my beloved's longing, or lineages of dew, represented by the images of ancestors in the coffin, in the musical melody, enduring a destiny that defends glory from its two tributaries. A more complete destiny, O Master of humanity, divinity, and kingdom. I am sorry. My flood has overflowed and I have bowed down. The sighs of my love have been draped, and I have muttered, endured, and been burned by the fire of my blazing flames. Who will send me a messenger to him? If the beloved falls, the ribs of his longing burst open, and I withdraw into the bonds of verification and betting, and what I contain. If longing Overwhelmed you

He will not leave you nor will He see

But a glimmer of the clear hole

Among the flowers

O best of all God's messengers

I long for your love

Tell me my secret

Tell us after the meeting

And the encounter

And the selection

And the choice

After the secret

Be the one who is good

In the kingdom

Be with me

September 2, 2025

Nadra