Rukana, the rock, was a wrestling king
Who would make Macgregor look a flimsy thing,
He was famed in the valley and across the land
One day, on the passes of Mecca, he met
The Rasul Allah, the renowned Prophet
And Muhammad said: “O Rukana, why?
My prophethood you deny?”
Rukanna said: “I would follow you
If I knew what you say is completely true,”
Muhammad said: “If I threw you down
Would you follow, if I threw you down?”
Rukanna laughed: “I accept your test”
He was confident in his awesome chest
And so, they began, and Rukanna frowned
He was wrestled right to the ground!
He cried to Rasul: “Throw me down again!”
“Do it one more time! Throw me down again!”
So, the Prophet moved, and he had him penned
And Rukanna fell again!
“Again! Again! Throw me down again!”
Rukanna roared like the bold Turkmen
And the prophet moved with the strength of ten
And Rukanna fell again!
Rukanna cried: “How extraordinary!
Is it really true that you can throw me?!”
And Muhammad said, “shall I show you this?
More amazing, if you wish?”
Then the prophet beckoned to a nearby tree
“Here come to me, please come to me!”
And the roots emerged, and arrived the tree
There, it stood obediently.
Then the Prophet said with a radiant face
And with confidence: “Retire to your place”
And the tree was shy, but it acquiesced
And it bowed to the request.
Rukanna left, with his mind impressed
At this miracle, with which he was blessed
And the memory made him blushing red
“Throw me down again!” He said.
Source- Ibn Ishaq