The Na't Song
Oh, please don't ask what I prefer, because his tomb is even better than paradise.
His hair resembles the raindrops from dark monsoon clouds, the words from his lips are like pearls, and his face bears the radiance of the dawn.
His tomb is even better than paradise.
When he ascended to heaven, the houries exclaimed, "Our Master and Lord. What a lovely bridegroom has come!"
His tomb is even better than paradise.
Why ask strangers for forgiveness, when his house gives such mercy.
After hearing my song, the angels will say, "Let it go and remain, this feels like the presence of the Prophet."
His tomb is better than paradise.