The Greatest

[Rochdi]

Health,

Painting the cheeks

With an abundant red.

 

Health,

Stretching her silhouette

Upon the silky bed.

 

Like a crown

Over the head,

So mighty

Yet – so fragile a thread.

 

Health,

Blowing up the chest

With power, energy

And all the rest.

 

Singing her joyful song

With a voice incredibly strong,

She celebrates her colorful days

Through screams, dances

And in so many other ways.

 

Until Illness joins the game,

Now,

Things are no more the same.

 

Fever,

Pallor and blurred faces.

Insomnia,

Pain and trembling paces.

 

Death,

Knocking on the door.

Now, no festivities

No! No more.

 

O my God!

O my Lord!

Ya Allah!

Ya Rab!...

 

So strange

Is this human being

He remembers Allah and his deen

Only when danger enters the scene.

Now,There he is

 

Full of piety;

The greatest of all the Muslimeen.

 

 

Rochdi Bouillé

December 9, 2011