"KHUTBU ZAMAN"

The wake of Hub Zaman
In the heart of Senegambia
Latest of all Tarikhatul generations
Closed the doors of Khutbuhood

Minka as he is call for good
Is the sieve of the world
Who uncovered the covered
Unrusted the rusted
And disvirgint the forest
For us to cultivate
Teaching us the 'Quran'
'Sunnah' and 'Wosifa'
While showing us who we are

What was hidden from the sages
Is now revealed to the babies
We must stand up for our right
Since we have seen the light
Bob Marley's words in his might
Painful to hear like blight

The sun that rise must surely set
Bringing with it shadows I bet
Every soul that struggle to live
Must taste sweet death I believe
Let us then try to move
Since death is a groove
A fallen branch deforms a tree
But with time it heals without a fee
Giving it a better shape that ever can be

Makha though is gone
In our midst he still sits
Leading us to ourselves
Teaching us 'Jalal' and 'Jamal'
When we obliviously live with one
Expecting the other every minute
His companion Muhammad the Prophet
He assured was himself hidden

Since nine is neuf while eleven is onze
Abandon not the river for a pool
Scramble not for what you own
Your rivals the fire shall burn
Compare not a goat to an elephant
Give not your patient to a doctor's child
Since a corpse can never give a direction

For sugar's sweetness is never known
Unless it dissolves on the tongue
Sheikh Al Islam the giant smiler
Whose enemies were his best friends
On whom he spent all his wealth
Bai Nyass everyone's hidden father

Whose boats float with different fish
Illuminating him across the circle
For the truth has come to the light
Then you need not to fight
Come take your first step to be bright
It's never too late even at night
Glory be to Sheikh Mustapha Drammeh
Peace be on to Imam Muntakha Fye
And Dubson street Ansaru Deen
From whose mouth I am speaking