We talk and we talk of
The love that we’re in
And we’re humble and all
As we swagger within
And we’re basking in praise
That would shame all the jinn
But I’ll give you a name
That will shatter your pride
If you read how he lived
And the way that he died
That Mukhtar our Habīb
Picked him up and he cried:
“He is of me and I am of him.”
Julaybib.
RadiAllahu anhu