Most beautiful poem
"Salam! Vill börja med att gratulera hela mänskligheten på Imam Ali (as) födelsedag! Min kärlek till honom var anledningen som fick mig att börja skriva dikter. Här är min andra dikt om honom! "
The warrior with the double edged sword
By: Aya Faylee
I don't know how to begin, I have no clue how to start
The one I want to say a poem about, cannot be described
I'd have to open my veins and use my blood to write
That’s where his infinite love lies, holding my soul tight
I'd have to ink the words underneath my skin
That’s where his name is, where it’s always been
On a Friday, in a holy ground he was born
Inside the Sacred House in Mecca, he shone
Under the care of the Apostle of God, he grew
By Mohammed’s wings of wisdom, he flew
No letters or words of any language can expound
The great bravery that only inside his heart was found
The one who slept in the prophet’s bed when death was near
The defiant solider inside the battles, no one did he fear
He is the one whose mother named Haydar
The only man who could lift up the gate of Khaybar
Married to Fatimah, the mistress of all women
Father to the scales of justice, Hassan and Hussien
He is the son of Abi Talib, the commander of the faithful
The door to the city of knowledge, his wisdom is immortal
On the day of Ghadeer, he become the prophet’s successor
The honorable leader with loyalty more valuable than a treasure
He is Al-Murtada, the first Imam who was chosen by the lord
He is Karrar, the intelligent warrior with the double edged sword
He is Ali , all the other names disappear when his is mentioned
He is Elya, the protector of the oppressed, a heroic legend
His love is the rescue ship that seals straight towards heaven
The precious key to the gardens of paradise, by him is given
The warrior with the double edged sword
By: Aya Faylee
I don't know how to begin, I have no clue how to start
The one I want to say a poem about, cannot be described
I'd have to open my veins and use my blood to write
That’s where his infinite love lies, holding my soul tight
I'd have to ink the words underneath my skin
That’s where his name is, where it’s always been
On a Friday, in a holy ground he was born
Inside the Sacred House in Mecca, he shone
Under the care of the Apostle of God, he grew
By Mohammed’s wings of wisdom, he flew
No letters or words of any language can expound
The great bravery that only inside his heart was found
The one who slept in the prophet’s bed when death was near
The defiant solider inside the battles, no one did he fear
He is the one whose mother named Haydar
The only man who could lift up the gate of Khaybar
Married to Fatimah, the mistress of all women
Father to the scales of justice, Hassan and Hussien
He is the son of Abi Talib, the commander of the faithful
The door to the city of knowledge, his wisdom is immortal
On the day of Ghadeer, he become the prophet’s successor
The honorable leader with loyalty more valuable than a treasure
He is Al-Murtada, the first Imam who was chosen by the lord
He is Karrar, the intelligent warrior with the double edged sword
He is Ali , all the other names disappear when his is mentioned
He is Elya, the protector of the oppressed, a heroic legend
His love is the rescue ship that seals straight towards heaven
The precious key to the gardens of paradise, by him is given
- Aya Faylee
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