Dark Is The Day Poem by Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi

Dark is the day before it's seen; an adjective's
untrue until it's verified by sight, & since
people flock till they no longer find a reason to,
no images of you exist for me, only sounds;
far off from the lot, I'd stand
witness to all my eye saw secondhand.
You raise, King Rumi, the glance of Day
with your forgiveness, which is a victory for it;
since you responded to its call, it shines, still,
proudly upon all your lands.
Their necks were saved from swords,
while the lot stayed looking, you substituted
swords for people, so that you could
gain more heads, more crowds & power over them.
Your generousness is like a morning rain,
itself a generosity from you, enjoyed by rain;
the sun, too, earns its light from you
as the moon earns its light from the sun.