They ask me, “Tell me about your beloved?”
What can I say to you; his beautyﷺ has made me a poet
For by Allah, even describing himﷺ neutrally is itself a poem
His descriptionﷺ is akin to a garden of superlatives
And his attributesﷺ are the most beautiful of flowers
The hearts of his loversﷺ are nurtured by them like bees
And the honey they produce therefrom is a cure
What can I say to you; his beautyﷺ has made me a poet
Breathing in his lightﷺ, the hearts blossom in the garden of praise
Drinking this blessed waterﷺ, they shiver like thirsty stems revived
I have taken on the impossible, in walking this path of praise
Like trying to bring the Sun through the pen’s tip
O beloved questioner, listen here:
What can I say to you; his beautyﷺ has made me a poet
What can the thirsty man in the barren desert pray for
Except for even a sip of water to survive
This is the likeness of the lovers with Muhammadﷺ
For surely it is only water that does quench
What can I say to you; his beautyﷺ has made me a poet
I speak of his beautyﷺ, these words are flames, they speak of the Sun
Warm yourself in this beauty and open your eyes to the path
The flame illuminates the room and you see the door
Step outside to take in the embrace of the Sun
What can I say to you; his beautyﷺ has made me a poet
– Lounès