In Praise of Nobility (Thirteen)

Shame on you who kill that little boy

Woe to you who shoot this small girl

Are the minor ones not pure at heart?

Could you answer to this innocence?

The day when deep down you go

Is this not cowardice?

Are you not then a weakling?

Are they not children, Muslims

Following the path of a man

A man loved, noble, blessed

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Holding the little boy in his blessed hands

Tears from his noble eyes had flowed

Why is this Yaa Rasuul of Allah

So a companion eager to learn had asked

Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!

This is mercy! This is mercy! This is mercy!

That feeling that Allah put in the heart

And he was one best in character

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

His teeth sparkled as he smiled

Smile for even that is charity

So he taught them and us and they

Help the oppressed and the oppressor too

The oppressed, yes but how the oppressor?

Curious minds ready to learn have wondered

Yes, even the oppressor you must help

Discourage him! Stop him from oppressing the oppressed

So the noble voice had taught

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

The best of you is he who is best to his family

The one who takes responsibility in full

And never did his hand hit a woman

Did he not his household help?

Had he not to his wives been the best?

Off the podium he had come

For a child to him run

Talk about humility, talk about him

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

Why then this arrogance and impudence?

Are you better or he?

Why this hard and ugly heartedness?

Are you better or he?

Would you not to your family show care?

Are you better or he?

Why this frown and this crime?

Are you better or he?

Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain

If you have no shame, do your worse

If you have no shame, throw this spear

If you have no shame, fly this earth

If you have no shame, fill this soul with sorrow

If you have no shame, tear up this body

If you have no shame, do not die

No! No! Do not dare die!

If you have no shame, live forever

For death could be the beginning of regrets

The noble one to us forewarned

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 Thirteen)

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