“THE GREATEST OF ALL SAINTS IN ISLAM THE SAINT OF GILAN”

*SAYYEDINA HAZRAT ABDUL QADER GILANI*

1. In Gilan there once lived a boy

Abdul Qadir by name
Who never had yet, said a lie
And so won worldwide fame.

2. It’s said that while, yet he was young

His mother he approached
With downright zeal and earnest love
Her permission to broach.

3. To let him go in splendid quest

Of light and learning bright,
And work with full of might and zest
In spreading Divine Light.

4. His mother knowing well his worth

Would not in his way stand,
But with real willingness,
She placed this in his hands.

5. Forty Dinars all well told,

Her all that she possessed,
A poor widow that she was
She made her shift at best.

6. Saying my son, “Now Look at this”

“That I could scrape for you,
But I am sending you away
With greater wealth more true.”

7. My son wherever you may be

Remember your Lord as night
Never forget to. Worship him
NEVER EVER TELL A LIE.

8. With teary eyes and heavy sighs,

She bade her son adieu,
And Qadir with a heavy heart
Joined his comrades few,

9. That night as the caravan was,

Resting for a while
A band of robbers none too small
Broke upon them wild.
 10. One by one the merchants all
Were taken prisoners
And even poor Qadir was
Not in the least spared.

11. The Chieftain came to tether him,

And asked him jokingly
“Do you chance to carry my boy
Any money on. Thee”?
Here I have my diners all,
Tied around my waist
Save which I have none by now
Said Qadir in truth chaste.

12. The robber thinking it was joke

Would chance have passed along,
When a doubt crossed his mind
He passed his hands around
13. Lo! The money was there alright,
Just as the boy had said,
The robber chief was so surprised
To hear the truth uttered,
14. Stuck with wonder he was to see,
A boy so young, So true!
Who kept his word to god and Ma
Spurning money few
15. Right there the robber stood as though,
As struck by bolt from blue
And repenting washed clean his heart
Of all its dust and dues
16. And falling on his knees he prayed
As never done before
And begged of HIM forgiveness
Shedding tears of gore
17. From the day he turned a page
In his life anew
And by the miracle wrought by truth
Became a disciple true.
18. God and HIS PROPHET GREAT
And a Saints so young,
All of whom His Blessing’s be
And now my tale is done.

Written by Alhaj Sayed Sheikul Burma Sayargyi S.A.KOTAWAL B.Sc.

Written Date ; 25/8/1936.w