They say we are souls from the unseen God:
We chain our senses in our head’s turban;
They call us fools that worship but air;
Neither seen nor touch or heard- its voice-;
He enslaves the whole of our body;
We breathe but his oneness to the kingdom
of the body from nose to the trachea
to bronchus and bronchial and alveoli
and powerless blood walking through arteries
& sit at the head of our powerful bone.
We say yes:
Our hearts are sold to the unseen God;
We believe in His Spirit (Jibreel) with feathers;
We follow the ink He left as a word;
Walk the path of His messengers;
Believe the day heads stand before their Lord;
And believe in the abstract called faith,
whether comes a pleasing nature,
Or comes a bitter remedy,
We’ll hold its hand with laughter.
We are the slaves of the path-
A blind not but seers of truth-
Walking but the road of Sunnah
and the book revealed by Allah.
Treat our wives like an orange seed-
That’ll raise tomorrow, a precious fruit (kid)-
Seen only but its inner cover
And the He approved its lover.
For Islam is our religion
And Allah owns our domination.