The Mantle

I think of Ibn Zahayr who shed the coat
Of disbelief for the holy mantle,
Whose verse was destined to be immortal,
He forever laurelled for what he wrote.
And al-Busiri strung his orbs of light
That breathed life into the lame and dead,
For this task he was raised and his fame spread;
He too won the cloak when asked to recite.
Before him Ibn Mashish from Alam’s height
With the fire given him from Paradise
In turn set the Seven Heavens ablaze:
The Gate of Truth to each unlocked by praise
And to that same mantle I plead a right
That I recite before my master’s eyes.

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

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