How can I ever taste poverty
When I have Amir Al Momineen
And a belief I’ll never give away?
* * *
Tell the one who with wilayah still complains
Of the empty pocket where pennies remain
What dollar in sweat or blood that you attain
Can compare to salvation on Judgment Day?
Ali’s wilayah is priceless
Ali’s love – worth all and not less
Ali’s love is like a fortress
That no devil can break through
Ali – no-one can come near him
Ali – the first and the last hymn
Ali – they can tear limb from limb
And his love still won’t leave you
* * *
What you hold in your heart is more valuable
Than the most sought after gold, diamond and pearls
You’d give up your house, your children, and the world
But his wilayah you’d never give away
Ali – the striker of Marhab
Ali’s love sits between the ribs
Ali’s love is a spider’s web
That the purest get caught in
Ali’s love is a divider
Ali the only successor
Ali’s hand is the decider
Between our Hell and Heaven
* * *
Treat wilayah of Ali as your best friend
Something wealth and health and friends can’t comprehend
Money, friends and family sway like the wind
But wilayah by your side forever stays
Ali will never leave your side
Ali – in him you can confide
Ali is alive and resides
In the hearts of his lovers
Ali and you will never part
Ali’s heart is one with your heart
Ali’s name is never apart
From his lover forever
* * *
Be it that you find bread crumbs to feast upon
Or you find that from thirst, barren is your tongue
Sip from Ali’s wilayah and find within
Nourishment to feed you while all food decays
Ali’s love quenches the thirsty
Ali’s wilayah is mighty
Ali’s sword tears up poverty
Just kills the men of Soffeen
Ali’s turban holds beneath it
Ali – the killer of Ibn Widd
Ali – whenever he was hid
His truth by worlds was seen
* * *
Call Ali in poverty and he will bring
Not just fleeting wealth but in fact everything
You’ll not trade wilayah for anything
And you’ll stand them on the day all feet shall sway
Ali’s love cannot be traded
Ali’s name remains unfaded
Ali, the one undefeated
Name while all names become dust
Ali – the king who needs no crown
Ali in the ghettos is found
Ali’s name to Heaven is bound
And in Allah we put trust
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(Seattle – 09/02/23)