In Praise of Nobility (One)

Shamed were the hands of Taif that had held the stones

The stones that were hailed at him

Even when to the path bright and true he had called

But the deepest darkness overcame their minds

Like the Makkans they had said no and harshly

To the nobility of the noblest of the nobles

Yet in peace they did not let him leave

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Blessed be the tree and the slave who had come to his solace

While in pain the noble one sat alone with his Lord

The Lord he seeks to show mankind

Then to him the Archangel Jibril had come

How dare humans inflict pain on this soul

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Here was the Angel of the Mountains ready to obey

Whatever order the Praised One cared to give

Shall I crush these mountains on they who were blind?

How could he when his heart was full of love

For a people who could not see the Truth

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

No! No! No! His heart was made of pearls

He did not wish an eye for an eye

The light that had shone and shines this life

Far beyond he looked out to the unborn

Filled with hope that to his Lord they will turn

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 (June, 2014, Ramadaan One)

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