Shaykh ul-Islaam Ibn Taymiyyah [D. 728 A.H.] [رحمه الله] said:
“ ‘Du'aa’ is worship’; worship is built upon the Sunnah and following the Messenger, and not upon desires and innovating. Indeed Allaah is worshipped with what He had legislated, He is not worshipped with desires and innovations.
“But those who hold fast to the Book and establish prayer - indeed, We will not allow to be lost the reward of the good-doers.” (170)
Sheikh 'Abd al-Rahman ibn Naasir al-Sa'di commented on this ayah in his tafsir by writing:
[ومن أعظم ما يجب التمسك به من المأمورات، إقامة الصلاة، ظاهرا وباطنا، ولهذا خصها الله بالذكر لفضلها، وشرفها، وكونها ميزان الإيمان، وإقامتها داعية لإقامة غيرها من العبادات.]
“One of the greatest commanded acts which invariably results in holding fast to the Book is the establishment of the prayer - both inwardly and outwardly.
It is because of this that Allah specifically mentioned it here due to its great merit and virtue, and due to the fact that it is a scale for one’s eemaan, and because establishing it motivates and calls to establishing the rest of the acts of worship.”
Aries – Al Aaraaf. “All Nature speaks, and ev'n ideal things Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings – But ah! not so when, thus, in realms on high The eternal voice of God is passing by, And the red winds are withering in the sky…”
Taurus – Annabel Lee. “The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me—Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”
Gemini – The Bells. “While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.”
Cancer – Eulalie. “Ah, less—less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl! And never a flake That the vapour can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl…”
Leo – The Haunted Palace. “In the monarch Thought’s dominion— It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair!”
Virgo – To Helen. “On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home to the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.”
Libra – Tamerlane. “I have no words—alas!—to tell The loveliness of loving well! Nor would I now attempt to trace The more than beauty of a face Whose lineaments, upon my mind, Are—shadows on th’ unstable wind…”
Scorpio – Lenore. “For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes — The life still there, upon her hair — the death upon her eyes.”
Sagittarius – Ulalume. “These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers that roll— As the lavas that restlessly roll…”
Capricorn – The City in the Sea. “No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea— No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene.”
Aquarius – The Raven. “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before…”
Pisces – A Dream Within a Dream. “You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?”
Thou wert my dream
All a long summer night—
Be now my theme!
By this clear stream,
Of thee will I write;
Meantime from afar
Bathe me in light!
Thy world has not the dross of ours,
Yet all the beauty—all the flowers
That list our love or deck our bowers
In dreamy gardens, where do lie
Dreamy maidens all the day;
While the silver winds of Circassy
On violet couches faint away.
Little—oh! little dwells in thee!
Like unto what on earth we see:
Beauty’s eye is here the bluest
In the falsest and untruest—
On the sweetest air doth float
The most sad and solemn note—
If with thee be broken hearts,
Joy so peacefully departs,
That its echo still doth dwell,
Like the murmur in the shell.
Thou! thy truest type of grief
Is the gently falling leaf
Thou! Thy framing is so holy
Sorrow is not melancholy.