BEAUTIFUL SOUL
So the stories have been told
In the bosom of men lives unfold
Every breath making history
In every history a bitter, sweet, memory
Tell me my dear son
Looking straight into the sun
What history should men have made?
When their bodies finally cake?
Gulp down my words my dear daughter
Just as you clean up the dirt in this gutter
That you must do also for this fragile heart
Never keep your heart and Lord apart
I give to you my thoughtful words
Beautiful as the colourful flying birds
Always keep these infectious smiles
They will take you through the miles
And just like this clean, cute, bowl
Try to be a beautiful soul
What you seek must be a Qalbun Saleem
And that you could get from Al-Hakeem
RMRS (Rajab 1436, May 2015)
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