Surely the Prophet Muhammad, son of Aminah,

Is for me like my own Child.

When he held on to the halter of my camel, I felt

compassion for him,

Even as the white camels were loaded,

Copious tears flowed from my eyes

Tears like scattered pearls

I treated him kindly as befits a close relative

And guarded well the trust of his forefathers concerning him.

I ordered him to ride among paternal uncles,

With white faces, brave swordsmen,

They travelled to the furthest known station -

Far indeed was the station where their camels lay down !

When at last the people of Busra saw him,

They met a learned monk who was keeping close watch

He related to them a true account concerning him,

And thus turned back the people of envy

A group of Jews also saw what he saw :

The shade of a white cloud and the glory of a close relative

They went seeking to kill Muhammad, and he restrained them,

And thus engaged in the best of struggle.

Contributed by Br. Ali Abbas, aabbas@mtu.edu