In Praise of Nobility (Fourteen)

In front of him he would walk

Then behind him he would walk yet again

To that historic cave they went

Why is this, Yaa Abu Bakr?

This is for the enemy that I fear

If in front of you he would come

Ahead of you I will walk

If behind you he would come

It is behind you that I will walk

He would die so he could live

The noble one, the loved one, the adored one

Such was love! This was love! That is love!

Yet how much do you know of this man?

Do you like him behave?

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Did his blood not ooze out at Uhud?

Who is this that could be this audaciously mean?

To a man fine, polished, refined

A man so many could not bear to see in pain

It had been him the brother of a beloved

The brother of Sa’d ibn Abi Waqqas

Not even blood could stop a brother from this wrath

The wrath of a brother who loved rasuul of Allah

Such was love! This was love! That is love!

Yet how much do you know of this man?

Do you like him behave?

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Did Abu Bakr not a whole seal with his foot?

A whole in the cave to save the praised one

When the serpent had bit his foot

How could he scream in pain?

The noble one on his lap lay

Pain can hurt, rasuul of Allah must rest

Such was love! This was love! That is love!

Yet how much do you know of this man?

Do you like him behave?

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Did Umar not so many people seek to kill?

Did Umar not so many people seek to maim?

For the lies which they speak about the praised one?

For the hurt which they cause this beloved of Allah?

Had he not loved him extremely?

Did he not wish to be like him?

Did he not live his life like this blessed one?

Such was love! This was love! That is love!

Yet how much do you know of this man?

Do you like him behave?

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Did not Ali on the noble bed lie?

When the enemies their deadly weapons held

His blood they sought, his death they yearned

Yet Ali will have to die first

If they killed him for him, that was ok

If they found out it was him, that was ok

But first Ali must go first

The noble life must live

So he believed, so he lived, so he acted

Such was love! This was love! That is love!

Yet how much do you know of this man?

Do you like him behave?

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 Fourteen)

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