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
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