Seerat-i-Tayyiba — Page 25
25 O my beloved Ahmad, That these burdens I have shouldered Only for thy sweet sake, With thy love Every fiber of my being Is replete; and this, in itself Is a world of its own With which I have peopled The inner regions Of my breast! 10 Due to this great Ishq of the Promised Messiah, whenever and wherever, in poetry or prose, he has made any mention of the Holy Prophet, his words have taken the form of a bee-comb full of honey to saturation, so that drops of it drip down continually when it can hold no more in its cells. In great ecstasy he says in one of his poems: What marvelous light Is there in the life And Person of Muhammad! And what jewels Of matchless lustre Are to be found In this mine! And if for this statement Thou desire the basis Of reason and argument,