Sunday, October 14, 2012

The tale of Two Tongues


In the name of Allah, The Most Merciful, the Especially Merciful
 

Two people of similar backgrounds and ages sit down together for a meal

They have lived through much of the same but how they are different we will take a moment to reveal

Considerate, kind, attentive and concerned is clear in the expression of the one on the right

Carefree, expressive, bubbly as the one on the left brings much information to light

Facts and a dispensing of knowledge is of one who protects his tongue and his honour

A tongue so loose, letting out information, without checking its copyright, with much vigour

The attentive man on the right is deemed a freak for, although informed, he holds his mouth shut

While the tongue-wagging person on the left is the one where words flow like a glut

Much privacy for himself and those around him is for the one who guards his tongue

Aware we must be for dangerous is the one around whose neck one’s reputation is hung

The responsible person is the one who seeks to speak only with understanding

While understanding is undermined but the one who always has the urge of speaking

Strong-willed are both but the one, who remains silent, in no way belittles

While the need of the other to speak and be dramatic means that every time a tale he tittles

We are but one of the two people who may yet harm others but what we say

As without authority we, as is our general practice, present information on a tray

We pronounce judgement on the lives of others as in every story we contrive a change

The licence we have given ourselves makes every other story always seem strange

Indeed the safety on man lies in the guarding of the tongue

While it is quite the opposite when every bit of information is far flung

I pray that I am more like the man on the right who will not stand by listening to the one who gossips

The one on the left is the one that will present to you, before asking, about someone many tips