Hanzalah

Ablution left it all behind,
Refreshed his body, spirit, mind;
He fetched his coat of mail and sword.
With all the love he could afford,

He glanced up at his dear bride,
And caught Jameelah as she eyed
Him longingly from head to toe;
The time had come for him to go.

But as the loom of love would weave,
When he began to take her leave,
She clung to him without a word;
The line 'tween love and duty blurred.

He tarried with his one night bride
Some loving moments by her side,
Then tore himself away in haste,
With not a moment more to waste,

And rushed to his battalion
Of nearly a thousand men,
Against a force ten times its strength
Whose ranks did span a mighty length,

And plunged himself into the heat
Of battle, and his sword did greet
Great numbers of the pagan foe,
Each of them, with a deadly blow.

The gen'ral watched, up from his mound
The scene across the battleground
And saw with his prophetic eye
The silver forms that rose up high

Above the shifting battle sands,
Young Hanzalah in angel hands:
Ablution leaving all behind,
Refreshing body, spirit, mind.

RadhiAllahu anhumaa,
RadhiAllahu anhumaa,
RadhiAllahu anhumaa,
RadhiAllahu anhumaa.


SallAllahu alayhi wa sallam