The Cave Poem by Ahamad Ilyaas Vilayathullah

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
It holds you there for a while or so
And hosts you elegantly
With all primitive luxuries.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
You retreat, at times, to this ancestral home
And find it warm and friendly,
Like your mother's womb.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
There you become an infant again
Who leaves everything to its mother
To worry, tense, and panic.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Have caves been made so
By the lord of the worlds
For being an abode for such?

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Prophets, truth-seekers, and artists, all men
With merchandises of inestimable value,
Have sought asylum in it over centuries.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Pregnant with a truth of some value,
You'll be, no doubt, at odds with your people
And got to search out your cave.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
It will keep you guarded there
Until the world wakes up
To purchase your merchandises.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Prophets, truth-seekers, and artists,
The world can't afford to lose
Your rich and invaluable merchandises!

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Hira, the cave on the Mountain of Light
Tells you a story of this kind
That none is tired of hearing.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Thaur, the cave on the road to Madinah
That sheltered the twain renowned,
Tells us a story cute enough for all days to come.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
The cave in Ephesus can tell you
A more exciting story, the seven that slept
For years adding nine to three hundred.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Now that the end-time has come,
You got to search out your cave,
For guarding the little taper in your hand.

The cave is a comfortable place,
Cool, shady, and safe.
Prophets, truth-seekers, and artists,
In the end-time, all are in one, and
Time's come for you to search out your cave!