The stone pebble and the soil under his feet gentle
Grateful, delighting in every moment treaded.
To the cave of light, soul eager as he retreated:
Read! The Arch Angel commanded.
In the name of thy Lord, read!
The stone pebble and the soil under his feet gentle
To all the world a mercy
Never for a moment severe
The rowdy with mildness he did amend.
Modest traveler for whom this world
a place of sacrifice sufficed
While the world under his feet pined
His own shoes he mended.
Piety he wore
Poverty with pride chose
In His Name!
In His Name!
He gave up himself
And all he had.
In His Name! In His Name!
All night long, supplicating
All night long, supplicating
All night long, in the Lord's way, a servant.
This son of Makka did ascend
To the Heavens in person did ascend;
An eye-witness to a glory awesome
Yet on earth moved he gentle.
The exalted charcacter the Majesty crowned
The hand of God a spirit perfected.
Beloved of the Loving One
And all those that walk upright.
The souls he stirred
With happiness shined
The ideal nation did evolve
Under this builder of the hearts.
Let the ignorant say what may
It's lack of nearness,
Not knowledge
That feeds on lies promulgated.
Know him, you shall love him
The most praised
Between heaven and earth
His name's daily repeated:
Muhammad!
Mohamoud!
Ahmed!
Yaa Mustafa!
Your name's with the Lord's joined;
A celebration in the Heavens echoed.
From minarets and on mountain tops
In deep valleys and on the sailing ships
In needy hearts
And wherever the Lord resides
Your name's praised, Yaa Ahmed!
At the heights of fame and power
His tears of compassion
The lowest on heavenly wings
To the Heavens soared.
Proud protector of women
Orphaned child and baby-girl…
A community of justice for all he founded
Slave and master in fellowship joined
Under his care all hearts rejoiced.
In the way of God he marched
Liberator of the sinner
In shinning armor fought he evil, relentless
In the face of corrupting forces, undaunted.
Those who find fault with Ahmed
Far removed are they
From the person praised.
Sad indeed is the soul that disregards or
distances itself from this lamp of God.
@ Safi Abdi
Birth Place: Galka'yo, Somalia
Accomplishments: Student for life.
