In Praise of Nobility (Ten)

In the era of ignorance, a young man lived

No to those carved from woods

No to that moulded of clay

How could he possibly to them bow?

They to him could never be of help

A life of sorrow he had lived

Whiles in the tommy his father had gone

At six mummy had followed suit

Soon lovely grandpa was taken

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

The protecting hands of Abi Talib upon him had been laid

And so it was for years to come

Then came Khadija radiyal Laahu anhaa

A woman of splendour, a woman of honour

Her heart was touched, her love rewarded

And which woman is it whose heart he will not touch?

Which woman is it who will not seek the reward of this love?

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

To the serenity of the cave he had retired

These strong mountains came from somewhere

The trees, the sun, the moon must be somebody’s

Never al-Lat nor al-Uzza nor al-Manat

His heart and mind were alive

In them the seed of our deen were sown

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

To him the Angel Jibril had come

Read, the beginning of that which was yet to come

The noble woman in him had believed

If you said so then so it is

That was that awesome man Abu Bakr radiyal Laahu anhu

The extremely blessed children had come along

Then the best of women, then the best of men

Great men and women who walked this earth

In him they believed and about that they confessed

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

The numbers had multiplied

Love had been established

Torture to them were meted out

They had been admiringly strong

The journeys had been traveled

The wars had been waged

But victory to him had finally come

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

That is the man about whom I write

That is the man in whose footsteps we must step

That is the man from whom so many had learnt

He is a man about whom you must read

He was a man whose love people yearn

He is a man whose face so many seek

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 Ten)

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