Ali and the Rose

Many days Ali had spent in the heart of the rose
listening to its breath
and drinking its nectar

He bathed in the sweet scent more intoxicating than
the call of his sweetheart
and more purifying than dew

When a bee spent but a moment in the rose and fell to the
ground, he took the bee in his hand and blew
softly until it revived

Ali gazed upon the rose until the sun again traveled the sky
and the moon kissed them both
in the evening air

Quietly the rose opened even more, and each petal, though
perfect in every way, went unannounced
to passersby

Still Ali sat as motionless as stone, dreamy and content
all the while conversing with the rose
and its endless unfurling

At last it revealed its solitary depths, its yellow whorls
of stamen and pistol, and the golden
dust of its beginning

In the morning, a bird perched on his shoulder and offered him
a bit of grain, but Ali shook his head gently
and placed his finger over his mouth

“Little friend, there is more than enough here,
even for the likes of me.”

September 4, 2006


7 responses to “Ali and the Rose

  1. Ah, just lovely, I love it. I know someone like Ali, and he is also a rose lover, so it rings with truth to every gardener and grower of roses.

    Ya Haqq!

  2. Salamaat,
    I want to be like Ali 🙂

    Thank you for sharing.

  3. Salaams Patricia

    Ma sha Allah! A great poem. I especially like the line ‘…the golden dust of its beginning…’

    At first, I thought you were referring to Ali ibn Abi Talib (may God ennoble his face), but now I’m not so sure.

    At any rate, great stuff. More please! 🙂

    Abdur Rahman

  4. Thank you friends… And no reference made. Was only thinking and praying for a friend of ours called Ali, and this poem appeared. Thanks for reading it.

  5. Reading this is like catharsis; it renders me serene. I especially adored the fifth stanza. And the wise words at the end — intoxicating.

    Bless you for sharing this. Cheers.

  6. As salaam alaikum.

    Nice work!

    I write poems, reflections, essays and articles for a largely Muslim audience. Please come by when you have some time to read.

    Wa salaama,

    nuh ibn

  7. Salaams, and peace

    This poem is very beautiful and humbling.


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