Al-Zuhri also informed me that the Prophet ﷺ came to the clan of Banū ʿĀmir ibn Ṣaʿṣaʿah. He called them to Allah and offered himself to them. A man among them named Buḥayrah ibn Firās said, “By Allah, if I could secure this young man from Quraysh I would, through him, devour the Arabs!” Then he asked, “Suppose we pledge our allegiance to you for your mission and Allah grants you victory over those who oppose you—will authority be ours after you?” The Prophet replied, “Authority belongs to Allah; He places it wherever He wills.” Buḥayrah retorted, “So we are to expose our throats to the Arabs for your sake, and when Allah grants you victory the rule goes to someone other than us? We have no need of your affair.” They therefore rejected him.

Yūnus ibn Bukayr, quoting Isḥāq, narrated: ʿĀṣim ibn ʿAmr ibn Qatādah, reporting from elders of his people, said: Suwayd ibn al-Ṣāmit of the Banū ʿAmr ibn ʿAwf came to Mecca for Hajj or ʿumrah. His people called him “al-Kāmil” (the Perfect One) because of his age, vigor, and poetry. The Messenger of Allah ﷺ approached him and invited him to Allah. Suwayd said, “Perhaps what you have is like what I have.” The Messenger of Allah ﷺ asked, “And what do you have?” He replied, “Majallat Luqmān”—meaning the wisdom of Luqmān. The Prophet said, “Let me hear it.” When he recited it, the Prophet remarked, “This speech is fine, but what I have is better—it is a Quran Allah has revealed to me.” He then recited the Quran to him and called him to Islam. Suwayd did not object; instead he said, “This is indeed fine speech.” He returned to Medina to his people, and before long the Khazraj killed him. Some men of his clan used to say, “We believe he was slain as a Muslim.” He was killed on the Day of Buʿāth.

Al-Bukkāʾī, citing Ibn Isḥāq, said: It was this same Suwayd who composed the following lines:

How many you call a friend—yet could you see,
his words behind your back would grieve you sore.
Honeyed his speech when he is by your side,
but absent, it strikes the hollow of your throat.
His open face delights; beneath his skin
he hides a charm of guile to brandish when you turn away.