Translation of the song lyrics Aisyah Istri Rasulullah - Sabyan

Aisyah Istri Rasulullah (original)

Aisyah…
Romantisnya cintamu dengan nabi
Dengan baginda kau pernah main lari-lari
Selalu bersama hingga ujung nyawa
Kau disamping rasullallah…
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Aisyah…
Sungguh manis oh sirah kasih cintamu
Bukan persis novel mula benci jadi rindu
Kau istri tercinta Ya aisyah, ya Humairah…
Rasul sayang, kasih, rasul cintamu
Mulia indah cantik berseri
Kulit putih bersih merah dipipimu
Dia aisyah putri abu bakar
Istri rasullallah
Sungguh sweet nabi mencintamu
Bila lelah nabi baring dijilbabmu
Seketika kau pula bermanja
Mengikat rambutnya
Aisyah…
Romantisnya cintamu dengan nabi
Dengan baginda kau pernah lari-lari
Selalu bersama hingga ujung nyawa
Kau disamping rasullallah…
Aisyah…
Sungguh manis oh sirah kasih cintamu
Bukan persis novel mula benci jadi rindu
Kau istri tercinta Ya aisyah, ya Humairah…
Rasul sayang, kasih, rasul cintamu

Aisyah Istri Rasulullah (translation)

Aisyah…
How tender your love’s romance with the Prophet glows,
With the Beloved, you once played, childlike, among shadows and light,
Always entwined, until the final ember of breath fades,
By the Messenger’s side you linger, moon to his night…

Aisyah…
So sweet—your story’s thread of love gleams like honeyed glass,
Unlike those tales where hate first blooms, then pines for what will pass,
You, cherished wife—Aisyah, Humairah, soul’s axis and delight,
Messenger’s beloved, his ardor, the Prophet’s heart’s invite,
Noble, radiant, beauty’s gentle fire,
Ivory skin—untouched snow, a flush of wild rose on your cheeks’ attire,
She is Aisyah, daughter of Abu Bakr’s honored name,
Bride of the Messenger, woven into his flame,
How sweetly the Prophet’s love for you would ring,
When weary, he’d rest beneath the shade of your silken covering,
In a blink, you’d grow tender, playful as dawn’s dew,
Binding your hair—like a ribbon of dusk, lustrous and true,
Aisyah…
How tender your love’s romance with the Prophet glows,
With the Beloved, you once danced through sunlit rows,
Always entwined, until the final ember of breath fades,
By the Messenger’s side you linger, moon to his night…
Aisyah…
So sweet—your story’s thread of love gleams like honeyed glass,
Unlike those tales where hate first blooms, then pines for what will pass,
You, cherished wife—Aisyah, Humairah, soul’s axis and delight,
Messenger’s beloved, his ardor, the Prophet’s heart’s invite