Allah chose the final guide,

From among the noble men,

He raised from them the purest boy
To bring His truth, to bring us joy.

How this man rose, whom God had chose

How this man rose, whom God had chose
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Adam, Nooh and Ibrahim,
Ismail, Moosa and Eesa,
All Testified that Mustafa,
Was now seal of the rasools,
After Five years, his mother gone
Leaving Abd-al-Motalib,
To bring him up, but soon he too
Died and left this boy alone
In this time he looked to God
With his heart he tried to find
The marvels of our earth
The mysteries of the universe
Ready was he, to guide us now
How this man chose, to lead us all
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When the prophet met Khadija
They married and had only one
Daughter from them named Fatima
Through her were born the ahlul bayt
She was married to the Ali
The man renowned for his pure strength
In the House of God was he born
Its walls the idols then adorned
Ignorant Arabs found no way
Powerless to stop Ali’s rays
This mortal foe was so divine
His chaste heart turned their eyes blind
His dear Rasool, he followed true
How this man chose, to lead us all
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From the first time he cast his eyes
He was destined to have his ties
Ali grew in the Prophet's care
The joys and sorrows, they both shared
The prophet fought for true Islam
He carried out his divine role
Then when he left, there would succeed,
Men who harvest your first seeds

Twelve were named by Divine Grace

A guide for all the human race
They would stand for the prophet’s way
Keeping his enemies at bay

We all love you, and follow you

How this man chose, to lead us all