Ali, Unknown Is He
Wherein do peaks stand when I speak of you?
The most even eloquence could do
was submit its peaks to you,
For your character is beyond the peaks
of those ascertained by mere creation.
Reformation, Reformation—
the need of a leader,
I say—
is there contention?
Lack of direction,
confusion,
miscommunication.
The herd only follows
when blinded by messiahs of creation.
When holding onto your rope was most obvious,
they chose to hold onto burning coal—
disillusioned,
oblivious.
Yet in you are traits
purified amongst flames of taqwa,
that only gave way to a light
that encompassed the worlds—
if not only Madinah and Makkah.
I place an argument
and urge you to ponder—
the maxims of yours
were not apparent in Khyber,
not in battle,
nor in the bazaar,
for that, for him, was Jihad Al-Asghar.
Yet in the depth of the night
when he made a plea,
urging to orphans far and near—
he never once asked,
but what of me?
For he was defined
as God's humble servant,
and to the world
he is known as Ali.
He was the seed that Abu Talib had sown,
reflected in blade
and amongst the foundations that he'd laid.
Religion urged the wali for protection—
Muhammad says:
fear not,
from him and me lies no separation.
You shall find in him
the completeness of traits borrowed—
The patience of Nuh,
The resilience of Ibrahim,
The persistence of Ismail,
The completeness of religion.
For his appointment was no end,
rather the start of an epic
that till the end of times
none will comprehend.
The world could not bear
his oceans of wisdom
and their outpour,
as they stood with their vessels—
tainted,
decorated
by the vain nature of this world.
So he announced to the people of his value
and assisted them behind clouds,
just as the sun shines its rays
upon all of God's creatures—
yet its rays only remain hidden
when the light of belief
has not struck the hearts,
when from the reality of Kawthar
people are distant and afar.
Thus do some approach the gate,
longing for glory and proximity—
Kumayl,
Aba Dharr,
Miqdaad,
Salman—
gifts for each
in the form of supplication,
martyrdom and titles from God.
Enlightened are some,
and some distanced.
Close are some,
and some darkened.
For that was a basis
for their own demise—
the lack of understanding
of who he was,
the scale
that set them upon the path
of the righteous,
the godly,
and the wise.
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