A Man on Fire

A poem celebrating a lover of the great Prophet on the occasion of Mawlid

He was a man on fire
From the love of the Prophet, he did acquire
And for him, martyrdom, was most desired
This, was his one and only desire

He yearned to be close to his Lord
And to obey His every word
For the love of the Prophet, he did fervently burn
And in paradise, his place shall surely earn

For paradise is not a physical space
But rather, it's the state of grace
And those who love the Prophet most
Are the ones who attain that place

For paradise is outside time and space
And those who enter, shall never age
They shall be with the Prophet, forevermore
And together, they shall praise and adore

This life is indeed a suffering
But isn't that a beauty in itself?
To love so selflessly, and to give of oneself
For the love of the Prophet, one can do nothing but bow

And so he burned, until there was naught left of him
For the love of the Prophet, he did dim
And yet, even in death, his love still shone
For the love of the Prophet, he was never alone

For death is a door to the noumenon
And beyond that door, lies paradise
And so he burns, in the love of the Prophet most high
And he shall be, amongst the martyrs, nigh