With courage great a war I wage
'Gainst evils of the present age
I do not bear a fighter's name,
To chieftainship I lay no claim.

I am not conscious 'bout this fact
If it is Verse or other tact
God has bestowed on me since long
His praise, reflection, charm and song.

The flood of light that makes its show
On true and faithful Muslim's brow
With grandeur same is quite replete
That fills being's soul and makes complete.

You do not call it unbelief,
No less it is than disbelief '
That truthful man may get content
I With today, for change show no intent

Don't grieve, for millenniums and aeons more
Still lie ahead for man in store
The ever spinning heaven blue
Is not devoid of planets new.

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