Once there was a king from old Ibifa

Who heard about the treasures of Abu Hanifah

This king exclaimed, “I’ve heard the raving story!

Of treasures that will fill my land with glories

And now I know what this imam was hiding

I’ll take an army to where he was residing!”

The king marched with his band to Baghdad’s sanctum

Engulfing it like whales to floating plankton

And then the king addressed the Imam’s tomb

With expectation of the coming boon!

“O dweller of Baghdad Abu Hanifah!

Who holds the treasures of all pleasure seekers

You once said if the kings knew of your heaven

They’d march to you with swords of shining sevens!

So now I’ve called your bluff, give me the goods!

Or I’ll annihilate your neighbourhood!”

Suddenly a voice rose from the grave

“Dear king to come to me you’re really brave

I’ll save the courtesy and politics

And share with you the secrets of my fiqh!!!”

The king and army felt a subtle wave

Which cured them of the worldly things they craved

They dropped their swords and wandered Baghdad’s streets

Chanting with tears of joy down by their feet!

“We’re rich from this deep fiqh! We’re really rich!!!

We’re rich from this deep fiqh! We’re really rich!!!”