Spare your beards
Like you spare the captives
Giving hope again to the natives
With words of wisdom to unsheathe-
And not terror to unleash.
Beard the Sun
When it shines at noon
And send words when you sight the new moon
That this black tiny threads
Is a sign of who we are.
Do not rebel
Or ring the bell of gloom
And let not your lips spell out doom
For as long as you beard the Sun
Our might lies on the peace we preach.
Stretch forth your hands
In obeisance to Allah
And let not this beard make people fret
Or in hatred this religion reject
But illuminate the darkness of the world
Beard the Sun
Be proud of your beard my Son
For that moment when we will be gone
And the still body the people mourn
Glad that our part on this path we’d done.
