A prince fell from his dark horse in his ride,

A bead fell around his neck as it collided.

As his head sank into his body’s frame,

His head was lost until his body was the same.

The doctors were left perplexed by this sight,

Unless a philosopher from Greece would bring light.

His head twisted and his veins returned to the right,

Had he not been, he would have sought a different plight.

Another time came, near the king’s reign,

Yet with full attention, he did not look again.

The wise man’s head bowed in shame,

I heard he walked away, softly speaking his name.

Had I not twisted his neck before,

Today, he would not have turned his face from me, no more.

He sent a seed into the hand of the traveler,

For it must be placed upon the burning ember.

A sneeze came to the king from the smoke,

His head and neck returned to their original cloak.

They hurried in apology behind the man,

They searched much, but found little of the plan.

Do not twist your neck from the sweet grace of the giver,

For on the following day, your head will find no favor.

I heard an old man, in anger, scold his son,

Reprimanding him, saying, ‘O mischievous one!’

I gave you an axe to cut wood and fire,

But did not tell you to break the mosque’s spire.

The tongue was given for gratitude and thanks,

And should not be used for backbiting, by the righteous ranks.

The ears are pathways for the Qur'an’s guidance and sound,

Do not listen to slander and lies that abound.

Two eyes for observing creation, a noble task indeed,

Do not focus on the faults of your brother and friend, let love lead.