Invocation to the Soul of Muhammad (PBUH)

The bonds that in past, like bundle knit The Faithful Fold, have now been split! O God sent Guide, let Muslims know, What to do and where to go?

The Arabian Sea is quite bereft Of stir, there rise no waves and crest; The tempest that in me is hid Has no place to spread and skid!

Caravan has left the tramp alone, But mount or food he does not own: Where can the singing cameleer go, Who rides on hill and waste to and fro!

O Soul, whom God for message chose! This secret hid to me disclose: Some light on this problem throw, Where may the guard of Godʹs portents go?