July 22nd, 2009
As-sabiqoon, the foremost
you are ill-equipped in worldly armor
but of all people, you will be Heaven's hosts
for you are equipped with a mettle like none other.
Selfless, though you have your needs
you are out looking for others to feed.
And though you were tired and exhausted
you tended to your duties and never boasted.
Burdened to defend our everything
others turn to you for you are their shepherd.
And all your effort pays off when the staple of sheep fall asleep
For this, your sword of strength is raised, for the meek!
An invisible strength you have that none comprehend
a helping hand you lend because you are God's friend.
Poise and tranquil, your services go unnoticed
pressing times shrink not your capacious character
while divine words prevent you from being unfocused.
You may not see it yourself but others rely on your fortitude
your example, in one word, is simply 'gratitude.'
Like the vanguard, you are everyone's shield
though you wither away yourself, you care not how you feel.
You are one in a thousand but a thousand in one.
Alone, your worth should have you encased.
But when bravery is called upon at the forefront, you are second to none
though danger tempts you to flee you aboutface.
Putting yourself down doesn't suit your grandeur
conducting yourself with humble modesty and polite gesture.
A thousand servants should be crafting a throne for you
but you would rather be unknown, not alone in view.
For this and more you deserve God's right-hand
bliss known to none but the most righteous and blessed.
Exceptional men and women - what a praiseworthy band!
Who got to their station because they are possessed
of a meticulous spirit that obeys God's commands.
So peace to the sabiqoon, the vanguard!
You are our pride and honor.
Humankind without you is illegitimate like the bastard
Please intercede for us on the Day of Clamor
when all will be at the mercy of the Almighty Master!
you are ill-equipped in worldly armor
but of all people, you will be Heaven's hosts
for you are equipped with a mettle like none other.
Selfless, though you have your needs
you are out looking for others to feed.
And though you were tired and exhausted
you tended to your duties and never boasted.
Burdened to defend our everything
others turn to you for you are their shepherd.
And all your effort pays off when the staple of sheep fall asleep
For this, your sword of strength is raised, for the meek!
An invisible strength you have that none comprehend
a helping hand you lend because you are God's friend.
Poise and tranquil, your services go unnoticed
pressing times shrink not your capacious character
while divine words prevent you from being unfocused.
You may not see it yourself but others rely on your fortitude
your example, in one word, is simply 'gratitude.'
Like the vanguard, you are everyone's shield
though you wither away yourself, you care not how you feel.
You are one in a thousand but a thousand in one.
Alone, your worth should have you encased.
But when bravery is called upon at the forefront, you are second to none
though danger tempts you to flee you aboutface.
Putting yourself down doesn't suit your grandeur
conducting yourself with humble modesty and polite gesture.
A thousand servants should be crafting a throne for you
but you would rather be unknown, not alone in view.
For this and more you deserve God's right-hand
bliss known to none but the most righteous and blessed.
Exceptional men and women - what a praiseworthy band!
Who got to their station because they are possessed
of a meticulous spirit that obeys God's commands.
So peace to the sabiqoon, the vanguard!
You are our pride and honor.
Humankind without you is illegitimate like the bastard
Please intercede for us on the Day of Clamor
when all will be at the mercy of the Almighty Master!
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