Poetry of you is praise of the tongue
From the heart of love inclining
As time goes by, on its horizon you stand
A moon amidst darkness, a star shining
A memory as fresh as fragrant flowers
Qualities of a garden, exhaling
And if, on a day, you travel fair wind
To a land most sacred and blessed
Then carry my Salaam to the garden in which
The blessed Prophet rests
From the heart of love inclining
As time goes by, on its horizon you stand
A moon amidst darkness, a star shining
A memory as fresh as fragrant flowers
Qualities of a garden, exhaling
And if, on a day, you travel fair wind
To a land most sacred and blessed
Then carry my Salaam to the garden in which
The blessed Prophet rests