A city of angels, always enveloped in perpetual peace.
No other, can satiate this burning desire,
For this honour, I set my every pleasure on fire.
Gaze low, empty handed, barefoot, the unseen guiding me,
Finished in this moment, there is nowhere, I would rather be.
The lovers of the world, find, in each other their delight,
Mine eyes doth cry, till I reach my only Haven in sight.
Naught but a beggar that sincerely pleas,
Unite me those whom You love and have mercy.
From the shackles of this tangled web, my soul longs to flee,
Yet again, to the city of my Beloved, Madinatun Nabi ﷺ
By: Bint e Muhammad