Who knows not, Pharoah, for he was a tyrant
Now who knows that hairdresser, to five, whom was a parent.
She embraced Islam secretly,
Her grave still fragrances endlessly.
For when Pharoah came to know,
That to One Allah, does she bow,
Pharoah questioned, "A Lord besides me? Have you mistook!?"
Replied the woman, "Allah rabbi wa rabbuk!"
Flaming hot oil, they brought,
One by one, the bones of her children rot.
He says, "Say I am your lord. I'll give you a chance, look."
She said, "Allah rabbi wa rabbuk."
Until it came to the last one, infant boy being breastfed,
It was as if she wavered because of him, but he said:
"O mother, go ahead,
for the punishment of this world is easier to bear,
than the punishment of the hereafter."
So she went ahead.
Till it was her turn,
On her lips, the words burnt:
"Allah rabbi wa rabbuk."
Thrown was she, in the burning oil,
With her kids, she eternally reconciled.
Granted was for her, her last wish,
To be buried with her kids.
Smelled her scent from afar,
On the night journey, the blessed Messenger Mustafa.
