Haama Qalbi

هَامَ قَلْبِي عِنْدَمَا
ذُكِرَ النَّبِيُّ المُخْتَارْ
دَمْعُ عَيْنِي هَمَا
شَوْقًا لِتِلْكَ الدِّيَارْ
مُحَمَّدٌ أَحْمَدٌ
طٰهَ كَامِلُ الأَنْوَارْ
مَا لِي سِوَىٰ عَالِي اللِّوَىٰ
أَحْمَدُ الْهَادِي البَشِيرْ
كَنْزُ التُّقَىٰ وَالنَّقَىٰ
مَنْ جَاءَنَا حَقًّا بَشِيرْ

Hāma qalbī ʿindamā
dhukira An-nabīyu Al-mukhtār
Damʿu ʿaynī hamā
shawqan litilka Ad-diyār
Muḥammadun Aḥmadun
Ṭāhā Kāmilu Al-ʾanwār
Mā lī siwā ʿĀlī Al-liwā
Aḥmadu Al-hādī Al-bashīr
Kanzu At-tuqā wa An-naqā
man jāʾanā ḥaqqan bashīr

My heart melts when
the Chosen Prophet ‎ﷺ is mentioned,
Tears streamed from my eyes,
yearning for that distant abode (al Madina al Munawwarah).
Muhammad, Ahmad,
Taha, perfect in radiant light.
I have no one but the Exalted One,
the Guide and Bringer of glad tidings.
A treasure of piety and purity, unmatched in worth,
He truly came to us as a bearer of glad tidings to the earth.