Why Did They Become Muslims

His blessed nose in profile,
Looked a little higher in the middle.
So fine, so neat, so attractive it was,
To define it, beyond anyone’s power it was.
Between his teeth was somewhat sparse;
They shone, like a string of pearls.
Whenever his front teeth appeared,
All around the place haloes covered.
Whenever he smiled, the Master of both worlds,
The Prophet of all, living or lifeless, in all worlds;
His front teeth appeared, so chaste,
Like hailstones polished with paste.
Ibni Abbâs said, the Creator’s Most Beloved
Was too bashful to laugh aloud.
So shamefaced that symbol of Islam was
That he never laughed aloud, the saying was.
Polite was the Messenger of Allah, and so shy
That he would never look up at the sky.
His face was roundish, like the harvest moon,
A mirror that reflected the Mawlâ’s [1] boon.
So lightsome was his auspicious face,
It was dazzling to look at him in the face.
So fascinating to the hearts was that Nebî,
In love with him were a hundred thousand Sahâbî.
Those who dreamt of him only once,
Said nothing was so enjoyable as that nonce.
His cheeks, symbols of sweet beauty,
Were not plump, nor at all too meaty.
Him Jenâb-i-Haqq had created
White faced and broad foreheaded.
The haloes of his neck would gleam
Through his hair, like a source of beam.
Of his blessed beard, the hairs that were gray
Were no more than seventeen in number, nay.
[1] Allâhu ta’âlâ.
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