Classic Poem

Mohammad is the apple of my eye,
Mohammad is my rosary.
My thirst with that name quench I,
It is my divine cup of honey.
That name I wear on my heart like a light.
Round my neck I carry it making darkness bright,
In the Medina of my heart
I hear that name night and day.
It plays a glorious part.
It keeps me ever happy and gay.
In it lie the tears of my eyes,
In it I find the solace of my sighs,
of that name I can always sing
No Heaven shall I seek nor any other thing.

[Original: Mohammad mor noyon moni; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]