[The following is from 'The Beacons of Light'
by at Tabrisi, W.O.F.I.S,
Surely the Prophet Muhammad, son of Aminah,
Is
for me like my own Child.
When
he held on to the halter of my camel, I felt
Compassion
for him,
Even
as the white camels were loaded,
Copious
tears flowed from my eyes
Tears
like scattered pearls
I
treated him kindly as befits a close relative
And
guarded well the trust of his forefathers concerning him.
I
ordered him to ride among paternal uncles,
With
white faces, brave swordsmen,
They
traveled to the furthest known station –
Far
indeed was the station where their camels lay down!
When
at last the people of Basra
They
met a learned monk who was keeping close watch
He
related to them a true account concerning him,
And
thus turned back the people of envy
A
group of Jews also saw what he saw:
The
shade of a white cloud and the glory of a close relative
They
went seeking to kill Muhammad, and he restrained them,
And
thus engaged in the best of struggle.
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