Why Did They Become Muslims

All the connoisseurs agree as to that
The Fakhr-i-âlam [1] was white, reddish.
His blessed face was pure white,
Like a rose it was, somewhat reddish.
The sweat on his face was like pearls,
Gracing the already lovely jewel.
Whenever that source of felicity sweated,
His beautiful, radiant face became the waves.
His eyes looked as if tinged,
So beautiful, they fascinated hearts.
The whites of his eyes were real white,
In âyats praised him, his Creator.
His black irises were not at all small,
Distance made him no difference at all.
Wide, lovely were his eyes, and graceful,
His radiant, elegant face, always blissful.
Hadrat Mustafâ’s very powerful sight
Would not discriminate between day’n night.
Whenever he meant to look at something,
His pure body would turn towards that thing.
To his blessed head he consigned his innocent body,
As long as he lived on this terrestrial body.
Although his body was all material,
He can be said to be a soul corporeal.
So elegant he was, and so affable;
To his Creator, a Messenger so lovable.
As Mâlik and Abû Hâla were concordant,
His eye-brows were open, like a crescent.
Between his eye-brows was pure white,
Visible like silver, it was so bright.
His blessed face was round a bit,
With so bright a skin, almost limpid.
Between his blessed black eye-brows
Was the Qibla [2] for the entire universe.
[1] The Master of Worlds, i.e. the Messenger of Allah.
[2] Direction where to a Muslim turns his face during namâz; Kâ’ba.
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