Ali… Ali… Letters that shake the hearts of men
Ali… Ali… Encompassed by no ink or pen
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Oceans flow in them… No letters like these
The tongue owns letters… Yours do as they please
The Earth’s seven seas… Envy your beauties
They are but a drop… Whilst in you are seas
Oceans… Oceans… Are what flow and exist in you
Ali… Ali… The one whose veins oceans flowed through
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When pens write your name… Prostrates to it ink
And in its oceans… I witness pens sink
It steals the hearts… Before minds can think
The ‘I’ of Ali… Is one that won’t blink
Glory… Glory… To he whose name is infinite
Ali… Ali… Nothing but glory within it
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The pierce of your gaze… Bends an arrow’s bow
And at your mention… I witness kings bow
Wherever you walk… I see roses grow
I’ve not seen a moon… The sun would follow
Roses… Roses… Grow from you whilst others are crushed
Ali… Ali… The only name when all are hushed
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The virtues of you… prostrate to your Lord
Whilst Heaven and Hell… are split by your sword
I watch envy break… when your name is called
Those pierced by magic… by your name are cured
Magic… magic… By the utter of you broken
Ali… Ali… The ripples of all that’s shaken
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You are an ocean… We are its ripples
What flows within you.. Within us sprinkles
The beats of your name… The heartbeat hails
The beacon of hope… In all our trials
We call… We call… Out your name and hear it echo
Ali… Ali… In the mountain of your shadow
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Only Ali’s birth… Cracked the house of God
As if you were born… By the house He loved
And what’s not to love… You love the unloved
Oceans within you… And hearts to you flood
Lovers… Lovers… Are what you deserve and no less
Ali… Ali… Oceans of them, you aren’t worth less
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(London – 25/04/15)