In Praise of Nobility (Eight)

Woe to you whose fist is fast to hurt

Swim not in strong muscles’ delusion

Would you not the noble words consider?

Woe to you who burst his anger

Wallow not in bad temper’s deception

Would you not the noble words listen?

Strength is not that you can hit him down

Strong does not mean you should let her cry

Strength, to hold back that fist

Strength, to keep that anger in check

Utterings of the Blessed one

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Unfortunate indeed was the action of that man

That man who got for himself a garbage dump

It had been in front of the door of the noble one

What would you have done had you been the one?

Clenched your fist and ready a hurt?

Ready your anger and vent your spleen?

One or two or one and two, that you would do

Yet the praised one was unperturbed

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

That day there had been no rubbish

To the garbage dumper rasuul of Allah had gone

The nobility of the noblest of the nobles our hearts touch

Something is wrong, so here I am

Would you not have been awed and stunned?

He is my Allah, you are His Messenger

That I confess that I have seen

The dumper became an admirer, a lover

Such was his love, an infectious canker

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

So he helped with the old woman’s load

Rare indeed was such a kind

Then a gift she decided to give to such a noble soul

Follow him not that one called Muhammad

His path was rough and tough, never be deceived

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Had she only known, such rarity was Muhammad’s only

Her gift will never had been given

I am he about whom you warn

The loveliest voice had echoed calmly

She was astounded, astonished and dazed

There was indeed no god but the One to whom he called

He was indeed but a warner that had been sent

So she said and that she believed

Such was the man about whom I write

This is the man about whom you should know

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 Eight)

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