They are not merely distinctive geometric designs,
Nor just beautiful, diverse, varied, and colorful forms.
They are neither mute, nor lifeless, nor silent.
Rather, they are history speaking with elegance and eloquence.
They are stories, tales, narratives, and conversations.
They are the very trunks of palm trees planted by the Beloved,
At the very inception of the Noble Prophet’s Mosque.
So they endured, remained, spoke, uttered, and conversed.
Here stands the Pillar of Lady Aisha, may Allah be pleased with her…
And there, the Pillar of Abu Lubaba (The Pillar of Repentance)…
And yonder are the Pillars of the Guards, the Delegations, and the Bed…
As well as the Perfumed Pillar (Al-Mukhallaqah), adjacent to the Noble Prophetic Mihrab,
Upon its owner be the best of prayers and the purest of peace.
Here lies a beautiful past, a distinct time, and a blessed era…
Here is history… and what history it is!
Here is magnificence… here is joy… here is the tear… here is Paradise.
