Nightingale Poem by Ibn Ali

I once knew a nightingale,
Who had broken wings,
With beauty pleasing to the eye,
She could neither fly nor sing,
What good is beauty for beauties sake,
With no elegance or grace?
Or what wisdom love for loving's sake,
Without knowledge of hate?
Naive,
But with a heart of gold and good inclined,
Would bring her hope and good,
(In Time)
Who could put her mind at ease?
With nightless sleep and sleepless nights,
In search of wisdom of the wise,
Wounds may heal and pain relieved,
But scars remain with youthful zeal,
This nightingale when her beauty seen,
Would turn the breasts of robins green,
But underneath the shade of leaves,
Never knew a mirror she,
Would that she could fly, over rivers glide,
Or catch a glimpse the slightest glint,
From carriages of passers by,
It's said the eyes are windows to the soul,
But with curtains drawn what could it behold,
Times change, of course,
But in time changes cause you to lose hope or gain faith and
Praise The Lord,
Nightingale dear nightingale,
How long has it been?
You'll find the cure without medicine,
If you just spread your wings,
Choose the tune that best suits you,
Then inhale and sing,
You'll soon regain your youthful hue,
With plumes that view like spring,
Right en cue with beauty new,
Less the arrogance it brings.