In his youth they said he would amount to nought
For his head was forever in his books
Most times, in fact, those who would sing of heroic tales
When they asked those heros, what drove them so
No reply would they gain, except to say this was not
They were never driven by heroic tales
They but did what any norm̀al person would do
When being witness to the worst of humanity
Or by just being in a place no one would wish to be
That in those times, it is the events that demand from you
And the hero is they who simply respond
That what comes from within them is not what most would do
But of the few, who would see things through
Once he sat in the saddle, that was the end of the boy he used to be
And they say that he never performed the Hajj
So Allah accept from him a portion each of our pilgrimmages
For he made safe our lands
From the crusading throngs
Until they came again to desecrate the Holy Lands
Our Allah raise from us one thousand Salahuddin.
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