In Praise of Nobility (Day Twenty-Four)

That treasure of a precious pearl Fatimatu Zahra

Shall I to you tell about a woman gracious?

One who was loved by a father so dear

One whom her father loved and in detail

She cried! She wailed! She wept!

Her world was suddenly empty

The noble one out of it goes

Did the world not with her cry?

Did the world not with her wail?

Did the world not with her weep?

Did our world not suddenly empty too become?

For a man great and I mean great out of it went

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

That precious honourable daughter had felt pain

A poet she had suddenly become

She said with words that which her heart felt

The noble one had honoured the afterlife

Has he not to it gone?

Yet that honour to her a calamity had brought

Had this calamity unto darkness befallen

Even so the darkness will have to change colour

Such was her who her father’s status knew

He was a father, one like no other

Had he not stood so she could sit?

Had she not with his grace walked and talked?

Had Aysh to that not bore witness?

Was she not the half of him?

A man noble, lovely, beloved, loved

A man, one like no other

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

That lovely companion in pain sought blindness

The darkness of the eyeballs to him was better

Rasuul his eyes could see no more

Yet in his heart he kept him

Did you not hear how Umar had reacted?

The walking taqwa could not endure this loss

The weight of that death was unbearable

So he had said things and done things

His mind unprepared for the news of that kind

The noble, cherished, precious one was finally gone

He was a man, one like no other

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

This is the nobility about which I sing

This is the nobility I live to praise

This is the nobility whose love drunken me

This is the nobility I wish to see

This is the nobility I pray to touch

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

           

RMRS (July, 2014, Ramadaan Twenty-Four)

A poem each day of Ramadaan in praise of the Rasuulul Laah suallal Laahu alayhi wa sallam entitled: IN PRAISE OF NOBILITY

In Praise of Nobility (Eighteen)

Show me the humanitarians

Narrate to me their story

Let me hear their motivation

And let me tell them of a man

A man, one like no other

A man, a humanitarian by all standards

He loved and truly too

To him the poor came

With him the rich sat

The orphans in him found consolation

He was a mother to the motherless

He was a father to the fatherless

He was a brother and extraordinary too

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Had great women not their children driven away?

To the rasuul of Allah they had to go

In that mothers found serenity

And who is the mother who will not this love?

That her child a companion like him had?

Show me that one if there ever was

Show me that one if there ever is

Show me that one if there ever would be

And let me show you one needing knowledge

Call to me the women of the world

Call to me the mothers of the world

Where are their sons?

Where are their daughters?

About the praised one they must learn

He was a man, amazingly awesome

He was a man, gentle, humble, soothing

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Lucky is the child who about him is told

Lucky is the child who grows in his love

Lucky is the child who his Lord worships

Lucky is the child who his path treks

And then what about you?

Would you not about him learn?

Would you not about him listen?

Would you not this best soul love?

Would you not Allah worship and solely?

Would you not his path trek?

He was noble, gracious, adorable, dear

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

This is the nobility about which I sing

This is the nobility I live to praise

This is the nobility whose love drunken me

This is the nobility I wish to see

This is the nobility I pray to touch

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

           

RMRS (July, 2014, Ramadaan Eighteen)

A poem each day of Ramadaan in praise of the Rasuulul Laah suallal Laahu alayhi wa sallam entitled: IN PRAISE OF NOBILITY

In Praise of Nobility (Day Seventeen)

So that man had been exhilarated

His hand the praised one had held

I swear by Allah, I truly love you

Words from the noble mouth came

If wishes were words, if they were words

These words would have been mine

Again from the lips of the blessed mouth

Such was he, full of love

Such was he, a teacher of love

Such was he, a man loved to the brim

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Who are they better than the Prophets, the martyrs?

Yet will they not the lovers admire?

The lovers who in them run different blood

The lovers who in trade go separate ways

Yet in the love of al-Wadud they melt

In His love, they stand on the same plane

Their light, one like no other

Their shade, the shade of ar-Rahmaan

And when the man the journey had taken

To a brother he had gone

No benefits but love fiisabilillaah

Then came the message from his Lord

So does al-Khabeer love you

Such was the teachings of a man, lovely

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

And that man for whom it was said again and again

That is a man of Jannah!

The praised one had said, the companion believed

Yet he was a man not extraordinary in worship

Yet the beauty of his heart this shine brought

He would not evil wish a brother

He would not a grudge hold against another

He slept, his heart full of love, no hatred

Such was the teaching of a man, blessed

Such were the companions of a man, bright

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Shall we not for this light strive?

Shall we not for this shade long?

Would you then love me but true?

Would you then love me but for His sake?

Would you then love me a different blood?

Would we then our hearts purify?

Would we then this grudge kill?

For that light, that shade, that love

Such was the teaching of a man, adored

Such was a man, the best model

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

This is the nobility about which I sing

This is the nobility I live to praise

This is the nobility whose love drunken me

This is the nobility I wish to see

This is the nobility I pray to touch

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

           

RMRS (July, 2014, Ramadaan Seventeen)

A poem each day of Ramadaan in praise of the Rasuulul Laah suallal Laahu alayhi wa sallam entitled: IN PRAISE OF NOBILITY

In Praise of Nobility (Day Sixteen)

When an old woman her love sings

Reciting these beautiful lines of poetry

Lines that make the ‘Ameer cry

Lines that hoped for a union with the beloved

The beloved of Allah, the beloved of an old woman

He was a man, one like no other

He was a man, dearest to all after Allah

He was a man, sweet like honey

He was a man, the best of examples

A man, noble, humble, an epitome of modesty

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Shall I tell you about the child?

One who his elders will not allow a drink first

For it was one from the hands of the noble one

Have you heard of that man?

One who the praised one’s cloak requested

That new cloak that was a gift

But to him the blessed one had given it

Of course, such was him, ever giving

How could he? The companions had lamented

Yet how could they ever understand?

He only yearned from the blessed body a shroud

A shroud for his dead body when it came

They loved him! They did! They really did!

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Shall I tell you about that blind man?

The one whom his blindness prayed for

The noble soul was finally gone

No one, nothing, did he ever wish to see again

How could they live without seeing this beauty?

All they had loved was the sight of this nobility

All they had loved was the touch of this nobility

All they had loved was the company of this nobility

Sorrow then had engulfed them

The noble soul was finally gone

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Shall I tell you about yet another man?

The possessor of that melodious voice

That voice that had rang the success call

Hayyaa ‘alal sualaat! Hayyaa ‘alal falah!

But this voice had gone shut

Never to sound again except in tears

How could he, Bilal radiyal Laahu anhu?

How could he possibly make that call again?

Where was his beloved whom he loved to see?

The noble soul was finally gone

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

This is the nobility about which I sing

This is the nobility I live to praise

This is the nobility whose love drunken me

This is the nobility I wish to see

This is the nobility I pray to touch

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

           

RMRS (July, 2014, Ramadaan Sixteen)

A poem each day of Ramadaan in praise of the Rasuulul Laah suallal Laahu alayhi wa sallam entitled: IN PRAISE OF NOBILITY