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