Still the sacred words of (Subhanalladhee-Asraa)*,
Are a living testament to your exalted glory;
Still you revive in the minds of the Faithful,
The Truthfulness of the Journey and its story.
Still I can smell the fragrance of my Prophet,
From the winds touching your walls and roof;
Still your ambience and the surrounding aura,
Speak of his Ascension as a towering proof .
What an irony! You are now crying with pain,
Under the unholy siege of your barbaric foes;
Sura Bani-Israel is opening with your praise,
But the nation of Israel is adding to your woes.
Amongst your believers are those mighty kings,
Before whom their people tremble with fear;
Who always pretend to love Shariaa and Quran,
But to your anguish they have turned a deaf ear .
The poem was republished in 2010 with slight modifications from muslimcity@yahoogroups