O’ traveller of light, O’ wanderer of the soul’s vast skies,
The heart’s vessels sail across your ocean of love so high.
In the arch of night, when the stars bow in silence,
Every star sings the melody of loyalty, rising from the soul’s depths in radiance.
By the name of Muhammad (PBUH), the Prophet of the worlds, every divine note glows,
Resonating in every moment and every heart, guiding the spirit where it flows.
Loyalty is the flame that can turn iron into heaven,
Faith is the flight that lifts the soul to heights unbroken.
The veil of the world falls before the gaze that is pure,
The Prophet’s path is an ocean, boundless, eternal, secure.
O’ friend of the unseen, O’ guide of the flame of truth,
Lead us to where time itself no longer holds sway.
The pen may falter, but the heart remains a falcon,
Every heartbeat cries: “All is Yours, O’ guide of truth, my beacon.”
Rise, O’ soul, and soar on the wings of loyalty,
Write with the ink of longing the secret of destiny.
In the fortress of patience, in the courts of prayer,
The Beloved waits, luminous, amidst the dew of devotion there.
The world is but a mirror, a caravan of shadows in vain,
The soul calls out for reality, for passion, for love’s enduring reign.
O’ lamp of the heart, O’ secret of the unseen horizon,
Keep us steadfast on the path of loyalty, the supreme beacon of devotion.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC
O’ traveller of light, O’ wanderer of the soul’s vast skies,
The heart’s vessels sail across your ocean of love so high.
In the arch of night, when the stars bow in silence,
Every star sings the melody of loyalty, rising from the soul’s depths in radiance.
By the name of Muhammad (PBUH), the Prophet of the worlds, every divine note glows,
Resonating in every moment and every heart, guiding the spirit where it flows.
Loyalty is the flame that can turn iron into heaven,
Faith is the flight that lifts the soul to heights unbroken.
The veil of the world falls before the gaze that is pure,
The Prophet’s path is an ocean, boundless, eternal, secure.
O’ friend of the unseen, O’ guide of the flame of truth,
Lead us to where time itself no longer holds sway.
The pen may falter, but the heart remains a falcon,
Every heartbeat cries: “All is Yours, O’ guide of truth, my beacon.”
Rise, O’ soul, and soar on the wings of loyalty,
Write with the ink of longing the secret of destiny.
In the fortress of patience, in the courts of prayer,
The Beloved waits, luminous, amidst the dew of devotion there.
The world is but a mirror, a caravan of shadows in vain,
The soul calls out for reality, for passion, for love’s enduring reign.
O’ lamp of the heart, O’ secret of the unseen horizon,
Keep us steadfast on the path of loyalty, the supreme beacon of devotion.
