I got tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Hoped to be a student of knowledge, not at college but~
Circles of knowledge of the highest calibre~
Motivated by Muhaditheen, who preserve my deen, better than any machine~
Motivated by Uthaymeen, Bin Baz, Albani, think of the past when they roamed the valleys~
Circles of knowledge they taught, now am distraught that I can't resort to take a flight~
So that I just might, lay my eyes on such a splendid sight~
Of those, heroes, who forbid the evil and enjoy the right~
My feet feel feeble whislt I walk as a traveler~
Allah save me from the evil of my challanger who wants to damage my akhira~
Akhi ya life's to short to resort to time wasted laying around~
Your commanded to 'know the shahada' not just how it sounds~
And Know, while you go to and fro that your prophet's inheritance is being divided betwen sis and bro~
So Go, to the circles encircled by angels whose Lord mentions~
The name of those present in the presence of a circle better than that your attentin'~
And though the shyookh, I woulda took, my knowledge from have passed away~
Their students still stand may Allah reweard them for what they've left in their hand for me to take~
I got tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Know...
Knowledge is taken away through the death of the best they say,
I pray, pleading, to the one who is All Hearing,
The All Seeing to oversee this life and plight am leading,
Weeping 'cos honoured scholars be leaving,
Can't imagine life as a sahabi and have he depart me, thatd be another level of grievin',
So what's one to do but be students of knowledge,
Under students of scholars who were honoured and had the inheritance of my prophet,
Intetion gotta be in the right direction, not jus to make wordly profit,
Not to mention, that those who acquire knowledge of things by which Allah's good pleasure is sought,
But only acquire it to get a worldly advantage of some sort,
Will not experience the odour of Jannah on the day of Judgement, Bro,
Fa 'alam Annah La Ilaha Illa Allah,
Which is noone has the right to be worshiped but Allah,
And whatever is worshiped besides Him it is done so in falsehood, Ya,
Rabbi Ashrah Li Sadri Wa Yassir Li 'Amri,
So I may convey and speak to the Shabab about my Rabb
Though Im keen I need Yakin to keep me clean from doubt,
Those who speak without knowledge, might feel the heat of the hottest,
Flames, pain for persuing fame, lowest of which 'ill be shoes that'll boil your brain,
So toil and gain, praiseworthy Ilm, to praise only Him, whilst you pray,
And
And though the shyookh, I woulda took, my knowledge from have passed away~
Their students still stand may Allah reweard them for what they've left in their hand for me to take~
I got tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Hoped to be a student of knowledge, not at college but~
Circles of knowledge of the highest calibre~
Motivated by Muhaditheen, who preserve my deen, better than any machine~
Motivated by Uthaymeen, Bin Baz, Albani, think of the past when they roamed the valleys~
Circles of knowledge they taught, now am distraught that I can't resort to take a flight~
So that I just might, lay my eyes on such a splendid sight~
Of those, heroes, who forbid the evil and enjoy the right~
My feet feel feeble whislt I walk as a traveler~
Allah save me from the evil of my challanger who wants to damage my akhira~
Akhi ya life's to short to resort to time wasted laying around~
Your commanded to 'know the shahada' not just how it sounds~
And Know, while you go to and fro that your prophet's inheritance is being divided betwen sis and bro~
So Go, to the circles encircled by angels whose Lord mentions~
The name of those present in the presence of a circle better than that your attentin'~
And though the shyookh, I woulda took, my knowledge from have passed away~
Their students still stand may Allah reweard them for what they've left in their hand for me to take~
I got tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Know...
Knowledge is taken away through the death of the best they say,
I pray, pleading, to the one who is All Hearing,
The All Seeing to oversee this life and plight am leading,
Weeping 'cos honoured scholars be leaving,
Can't imagine life as a sahabi and have he depart me, thatd be another level of grievin',
So what's one to do but be students of knowledge,
Under students of scholars who were honoured and had the inheritance of my prophet,
Intetion gotta be in the right direction, not jus to make wordly profit,
Not to mention, that those who acquire knowledge of things by which Allah's good pleasure is sought,
But only acquire it to get a worldly advantage of some sort,
Will not experience the odour of Jannah on the day of Judgement, Bro,
Fa 'alam Annah La Ilaha Illa Allah,
Which is noone has the right to be worshiped but Allah,
And whatever is worshiped besides Him it is done so in falsehood, Ya,
Rabbi Ashrah Li Sadri Wa Yassir Li 'Amri,
So I may convey and speak to the Shabab about my Rabb
Though Im keen I need Yakin to keep me clean from doubt,
Those who speak without knowledge, might feel the heat of the hottest,
Flames, pain for persuing fame, lowest of which 'ill be shoes that'll boil your brain,
So toil and gain, praiseworthy Ilm, to praise only Him, whilst you pray,
And
And though the shyookh, I woulda took, my knowledge from have passed away~
Their students still stand may Allah reweard them for what they've left in their hand for me to take~
I got tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Tears, tears for the knowledge gone,
Fears, fears that I'll never be that strong,
Just something I started writing today after having a while of constant learning about the scholars. May Allah have Mercy on them, ameen.
P.s If this ever gets anywhere, Muslim Sis Imma put you down as a co-writer for that correction lol.
Updated 25/3/07
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