IN THE WORLD
A man whose faith is firm and strong
Is soft as silk in friendly throng
In skirmish between wrong and right
Like sword of steel, he stands to fight.
The skies are his inveterate foes
His war with them e'er onward goes
Though Muslim true of clay is born
From earthly bonds still be is torn.
To hunt the sparrow and the dove
He does not like and does not love
He much aspires his noose to cast
On angels great and hold it fast.
The, angels of this thing are sure
That a Muslim can allure
But Maids of Eden do complain,
From society he does oft refrain.