The Most Beautiful Praise of the Prophet

Praise for the Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him)

The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) was a beacon of light walking among people, spreading the fragrance of peace and mercy among His companions. Poets and writers have sung praises for this luminous Messenger of guidance and enlightenment. Here, we present a selection of beautiful statements in honor of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).

Remarkable Quotes in Praise of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)

  • Muhammad is the Messenger of God, a symbol of mercy, guidance, and generosity among humanity.
  • He would refrain from acts He loved, fearing they might become obligatory for others.
  • If Islam were merely a robe and beard, the Prophet would not have fought against the disbelievers of Quraysh.
  • After being expelled from Mecca, the Prophet established a state in Medina.
  • The Prophet is, in essence, nothing but the message itself, which will never die.
  • Isn’t it thought-provoking that the first word of revelation to the Prophet (PBUH) was “Read?”
  • The Prophet married for wisdom, even though He was also capable of human desires.
  • The One who raised the heavens without a support finds among these pages that the one beneath this tree is the Messenger of the Lord of the Worlds.
  • The Prophet did not replace love with love; He added love to love.
  • In reality, the Prophet Muhammad is nothing but the message, and that message is eternal.

Poetic Verses in Praise of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)

Poem Presenting the Sayings of the Prophet

This poem is by the poet Ibn Musharraf, whose full name is Ahmad bin Ali bin Hussein bin Musharraf Al-Wahibi Al-Tamimi. He hailed from Al-Ahsa, where he studied and taught until his passing. Ibn Musharraf was a Maliki scholar with a rich poetic portfolio, focusing on monotheism and praises, all of which are gathered in his diwan.

He presents the sayings of the Prophet and his text:

On each nation He accompanied with His light,

If a differing opinion comes against the hadith,

Cast aside that opinion and rest from its labor.

Does the existence of the sea not suffice for one who is not exonerated by its scholars?

Do people light lamps for guidance,

When the shining dawn brings its light?

Peace be upon the people of hadith, for they are,

Lamps of knowledge, indeed, the stars of their sky.

By them, one guided follows their knowledge,

And the one afflicted is cured of their ailment.

Through them, the ignorant revive with knowledge in their hearts,

For they are like water that brings life to the land.

They wear garments adorned by guidance,

When disaster befalls one wearing misguidance.

Whoever’s knowledge is sanctified by revelation,

There is no doubt in their guidance and correctness.

Those who recite the hadith cannot equate to those who recite,

With ornamentation of their whims and folly.

Yearn for revelation, not to turn away from it,

As one who stumbles in the dark of the night.

If they observe a spark in the cloud, they pursue it,

Otherwise, they remain in doubt and confusion.

Whoever declares this is lawful and that is prohibited,

Without evidence, is merely fabricating lies.

Every jurist is a pretender in truth,

Validating their claims by the two revelations.

They both bear witness to truth, yet each stands,

As a just judge in rulings.

So, spare my heart from the ignorant,

Who leads others into folly, bringing them sorrow.

When I say the Prophet’s words are my sect,

Whenever they are confirmed, I follow none other.

They see this as an explicit claim of ijtihad,

So, how curious is their ignorance and rudeness?

Ask them, “What did you answer,”

To the one who calls upon you at dawn?

Will God ask them, “What did you answer your kings,”

And what elevated the human from its leaders?

Is it God’s test at resurrection,

What did they answer the Messengers from His prophets?

Will a human be questioned about anyone besides Ahmad,

If they remain in their grave beneath their heritage?

And will their plea of “My Lord, I followed another,”

Be an excuse before God on the Day of Judgment?

Thus, let it be known, it will not suffice a man on the Day of Resurrection,

Except for his love for the best of creation and his following.

His preference for the guidance of the Messenger and His commands,

Over all that desires may lead.

Poem: “Except for the Messenger of God”

This poem, titled “Except for the Messenger of God,” is by contemporary Egyptian poet Abdul Aziz Jawida, born in 1961. He studied at Alexandria University, earning a degree in agriculture, and currently serves as the managing director of the Egyptian Food Industries Company. His notable works include “And Love Almost Killed Me,” “Love is a Land Among the Lands of God,” and many more that enriched Arabic literature.

I am preoccupied with others,

And yet I care for someone who doesn’t reciprocate,

I converse with him, yet he rises above,

For my faith is terror in his eyes,

And my mind cloaked in darkness and ruin.

If I tell him of my ancestry,

He lights up the civilization of the world,

He claims that I am a liar,

And contends that I come from the depths of darkness.

I am the Arab and the Muslim,

The hated and the rejected for no reason,

I am concerned for others,

Yet they do not concern themselves with me,

And he rejects me, dismisses me,

While nothing here dissuades him.

Inside him lie countless grudges,

For all that he shows me.

Always condemned in his sight,

For I find myself

Making excuses for sins.

What is my fault here?

If misfortune comes upon him,

I am the criminal in his eyes,

And it is my entire world that must protect him,

For I am always the threat that obliterates him.

And for that, I must leave the world,

So as not to hinder him.

I declare, and I have no regrets,

That I refuse the other,

And I despise, curse, and crush him;

So who among you slanders our Prophet?

He is a disbeliever,

Even if that means …

In defending the Messenger of God, they label me a terrorist,

So mark it down,

I am, by God, a “terrorist,”

And for the sake of Prophet Muhammad, I would kill,

For I have my arguments and reasons.

He is the Prophet of mercy bestowed upon the worlds,

And the defender of the oppressed against the oppressor.

For you, O Messenger of God,

I would forsake everything,

For neither my soul, nor my offspring,

Nor wealth, nor rank, nor power,

Matters for you, O Messenger of God.

I would bring about the resurrection of this world,

Leaving no one behind,

For there is no good in a world we inhabit,

Where the Beloved of God is abused …

By foes,

And I refuse your admonitions,

For nothing will prevent me

From this boiling anger.

Cursed is “the other,”

The leaders of banquets of mischief,

Who are fed statements

From lies and deceit,

And published by the authority,

Compression of the spirit, we lower the flag,

Of rebellion,

Cursed be the authority,

I will shatter his lofty door,

And slay him;

Neither a fortress nor a prison, nor jailer,

Will prevent me.

Whoever guides to disbelief,

We will denounce him,

And embrace the one who leads to faith.

Tell me, O Messenger of God,

Why has your nation become calm,

And prone to forgetfulness?

As rulers and ruled we have become,

Reduced to the impotence of slaves?

Where are the beloved of God,

Abu Bakr and the sword of Umar,

And where is Ali or Uthman?

We have become a wretched nation,

Allah has afflicted us with the foolish, and the weak,

And every coward.

But I,

For your sake,

Am a killer,

And one destined to die.

By God, I am a bomb waiting to explode,

With shards flying everywhere.

I am the wind that brings a storm,

I am the flood.

For I have debated with them for ages,

Arguing with goodness,

But they returned with this response

Against all goodness.

The religion of Islam has fangs,

To respond in a moment of aggression,

And for the faith, there is,

Always a position from the devil.

My regards to the other,

And convey to him,

That patience, O other,

Has its end.

And convey to him,

That the dignity of nations,

Has a price,

And we will pay the prices.

For the honor of our souls is dear,

Never a day,

Did the Messenger of God be humiliated within us.

The religion of Muhammad came,

To elevate the value of humanity.

What good is a life filled with humiliation,

And an afterlife of loss?

What shall I say on a day,

When it will turn the children grey?

As I stand, O woe,

Before the reckoning and the balance,

And our master, the Messenger of God, looks at me,

Is it my turn now?

My account is now.

There, my eyes meet

With a light beyond my capabilities,

I turn away from the radiance of Prophet Muhammad, out of shame,

For my fear, and my humiliation from deprivation.

For I did not defend him in life,

O earth, swallow me now.

O my shame before people and myself,

Before the Most Merciful.

I forsook His Messenger one day,

In sight, in hearing, …

And a dog was barking at him,

And I remained silent!

For I am a devil,

I saw the truth but did not cry out,

Nor did my anger flow as a flood.

I swear by the Torah,

By the Gospel and the Quran,

If anyone touches Prophet Muhammad with harm,

I shall kill him,

For my wrath is the outrage of a volcano.

Speak of me as the doer,

And speak of me as the killer,

But do not ever say

That I am afraid or cowardly.

If Prophet Muhammad is belittled among us,

Then no goodness, honor, or dignity here will remain.

And O God, you know that I am all,

With love for him melting me,

For every moment spent with my love for our Prophet,

Is worth a thousand lives.

Out of your grace, generosity, and kindness,

Bestow upon me a flood of His light,

And let me arrive at a state,

In which I meet Him.

I am a child on the land of God,

And in love for Prophet Muhammad, I’ve lost my way.

And happy is the one who has wandered.

When dawn calls,

I think of him coming to lead people,

And I feel an earthquake of light,

Shaking the earth beneath me.

Neither my body, nor my mind, nor my heart

Can withstand his majesty.

Who can endure seeing him?

I am envious of all his companions,

At their meeting with him.

And fortunate is the one who calls to him,

For how joyful he must feel when he responds!

O how I adore him, how I long for him, O God,

In my heart that tastes the radiance

Of the Messenger of God.

Reflection on the Praise of the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH)

Muhammad is the noblest of Arabs and non-Arabs. Muhammad is the best of those who walk on the earth. Muhammad is the giver of kindness and the one who gathers it. Muhammad is the one known for generosity and benevolence. Muhammad is the crown of all messengers. Muhammad is truthful in words and speech. Muhammad is the guardian of the covenant. Muhammad is of good character and outstanding morals. Muhammad’s clay is infused with light. Muhammad has always been a source of light since the beginning. Muhammad rules with justice and honor. Muhammad is the essence of goodness and wisdom. Muhammad is the best of Allah’s creation from among Mudar. Muhammad is the greatest of all messages. Muhammad’s religion is the truth we believe in. Muhammad is indeed great in knowledge. Muhammad’s remembrance is the spirit of our lives. Muhammad’s gratitude is an obligation on nations. Muhammad is the adornment of this world and its joy. Muhammad eliminates gloom and darkness. Muhammad is the master of all his virtues. Muhammad was shaped by the Benefactor with grace. Muhammad is the chosen one and the best of creation. Muhammad is pure from all blame. Muhammad welcomes his guests with kindness. Muhammad is a neighbor whose trust we uphold. Muhammad has beautified the world with his prophethood. Muhammad brought forth verses and wisdom. Muhammad shall intercede for people on the Day of Resurrection. Muhammad’s light guides us from darkness. Muhammad is a dedicated servant of Allah with noble ambitions. Muhammad is the seal of all messengers.

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