The Answer To Complaint Part 2
Apostate hearts and palsied hands Your earthly lives debase,
You all, to your great Prophet (PBUH), are Bringers of deep disgrace;
Those idol-breakers all have gone, You idolaters are,
Abraham was the father, you His sons, are but Azar;
Now stranger bands carousal hold, Strange are both cup and wine,
A strange new Kaaba you have reared, Strange idols oh its shrine!
The tulip of the wilds once reigned the queen of blossom-time:
In this once lay the quintessence of loveliness sublime.
Once every true-born Mussalman by Allah set his store,
This fickle-hearted courtesan even you did once adore!
Go, seek some constant mistress now, to her a new bond sign,
Muhammad’s universal creed to narrow bounds confine!
To pray to me at break of day You now an ordeal deem,
Your morning slumber sweeter far— Yet you would faithful seem!
The hardships of the fast oppress your natures—now grown free;
Such are your ways and you still would protest your love for me!
Unto a nation faith is life, You lost your faith and fell,
When gravitation fails, must cease concourse celestial.
You love your homes the least among the nations of the earth,
You are the most incompetent in knowledge and in worth;
You are a barn where lightning stays, where ruin idle lies,
Ancestral coffins long entombed your only merchandise;
In turning graves to profit, you have proved yourselves adept;
Should idol-trading offer gain of course you would accept.
Whose striving, from this world of mine, Its falsehoods did efface?
Whose toil, from age-old ignorance set free the human race?
And whose the brows whose worship filled My Kaaba’s hallowed shrine?
Or whose the breasts which fondly held My ‘Glorious Book Divine’?
These were your great progenitors; You lack their brain and brawn;
You sit and wait in slothful ease for every morrow’s dawn.
And did you say, for Muslims I mere promises dispense?
Unjust laments at least should show some spark of commonsense.
Eternal is the Law of God and Justice is its name,
Should infidels like Muslims live the meed shall be the same.
Not a single one among you is longing for houris
The Effulgence of 'Tur' exists but there is no Moses
Your nation’s weal, your nation’s woe, In common you all share,
Your Prophet (PBUH) and your creed the same, the same Truth you declare;
And one your Kaaba, One your God, and one your great Holy Quran;
Yet, still, divided each from each, Lives every Mussalman.
Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran | Year Posted 2019
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