In Praise Of Nobility (Eight) Poem by Rubaba Mmahajia Rahma Sabtiu

Woe to you whose fist is fast to hurt
Swim not in strong muscles' delusion
Would you not the noble words consider?
Woe to you who burst his anger
Wallow not in bad temper's deception
Would you not the noble words listen?
Strength is not that you can hit him down
Strong does not mean you should let her cry
Strength, to hold back that fist
Strength, to keep that anger in check
Utterings of the Blessed one
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
Unfortunate indeed was the action of that man
That man who got for himself a garbage dump
It had been in front of the door of the noble one
What would you have done had you been the one?
Clenched your fist and ready a hurt?
Ready your anger and vent your spleen?
One or two or one and two, that you would do
Yet the praised one was unperturbed
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
That day there had been no rubbish
To the garbage dumper rasuul of Allah had gone
The nobility of the noblest of the nobles our hearts touch
Something is wrong, so here I am
Would you not have been awed and stunned?
He is my Allah, you are His Messenger
That I confess that I have seen
The dumper became an admirer, a lover
Such was his love, an infectious canker
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
So he helped with the old woman's load
Rare indeed was such a kind
Then a gift she decided to give to such a noble soul
Follow him not that one called Muhammad
His path was rough and tough, never be deceived
Salaam and Rahma upon him should rain
Had she only known, such rarity was Muhammad's only
Her gift will never had been given
I am he about whom you warn
The loveliest voice had echoed calmly
She was astounded, astonished and dazed
There was indeed no god but the One to whom he called
He was indeed but a warner that had been sent
So she said and that she believed
Such was the man about whom I write
This is the man about whom you should know
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 Eight)

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