Poem On Muhammad peace be upon him

A sun like pinnacle over the nine ferments
Wherein the seven planets lie,
The last of the prophets and messengers divine;
Like dust under his feet lay
Like prey by huntsman bagged the two worlds
Hung to his steed;
Unlettered though,in tongue eloquent he spake
Of what Adam to Messiah had said;
Like lemon,the first fruit of the spring,
He bought in his wake beauty and bloom.

(May Allah perpetuate his choicest blessings on his soul)